My Story
"Why me again," I think to myself as a sophomore boy shoves me into the wall blocking me from anyway of escape.
"You free this weekend Freshie (Freshman's are called Freshies in the first weeks of school)?"
I realize the boy to be the WAY too confident Marcus who thinks at the snap of his fingers he gets whatever he wants especially me, his best friend.
Well not this time, "Marcus no hard feelings but I find you… lacking intelligence. If you didn't already know, I find you annoying. Marcus we will never be more than friends OK, sorry."
Marcus moves in to where I can feel his breath find its way through my mouth and my head screams BACK OFF, and swirls with dizziness.
Than he says, "Are you scared Sadie?" and his other hand reaches out and caresses my shoulder giving me shivers.
My mind immediately replies "Are you serious? Me, afraid of you? PUH! Did he not just hear me? Gosh dudes are STUPID!"
Instead of saying anything that would get him to move in even closer, to close, I shove him away as hard as my long arms could and my legs briskly carried me back to Social Studies. Marcus quickly recovers from the shove (that was more of a weak girly one) and scans the hall to make sure his reputation isn't going to blow up in his face or something, but I doubt it, he's been let down a lot.
Marcus yells after me chuckling, "Sadie please I'm desperate!"
"I know" is what I hushed at him as I snuck into my seat.
As Social Studies starts Joey rushes in after me and pushes a poor kid out of his seat to sit next to me. I sit there shaking my head and apparently smiling because Marcus looked over at me and reached for my hand, grinning at me like he had just impressed me. He hadn't he actually gave me more reason to NOT go out with him.
I tore a sheet of paper out of my binder and started to write, "UHHHHG Marcus. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND I LOVE OUR FRIENDSHIP, AND I DON'T WANT THAT TO CHANGE! Pwease? Let's keep it that way?"
I tossed the paper in his direction, and unfortunately ended up some way, some how in the crush of my LIFE's buff sturdy hands, Noah. I looked in his direction and his beautiful blue eyes were staring down at my STUPID note ment for MARCUS! Ahhhh, the way Noah's hair fit somehow perfectly on his head, and swept over part of his left eye got me all giggly. Noah looked up at me and gave me his lazy grin that totally seemed sinister, and feeling both blushy and embarrassed, I sank lower, and lower in my seat, wishing to escape the world and it's firm grasp.