3) Falling for the First Time- Barenaked Ladies
"Ally!" the cry echoed up and down the hall, reflected by the tile floor and dysfunctional, mostly broken, lockers.
Allison Beth heard her named being called, and turned to glare at the yeller. The high school's halls were empty, she could hear the buses pulling out of the lot, packed with hormones and drama, A.K.A high school students.
Damn, she cursed mentally, glaring at Leonard L. Church with intense green eyes.
"What?" she snapped angrily, tired after all the tests they had to take today, most of which she probably failed. Junior year sucked, was the general consensus of all the students as the year drew to a close.
"I was just," he paused, a light blush spreading across his pale skin as his light blue eyes swung up to meet hers, "wondering if you would go out with me?" he rushed hurriedly, eight words condensed in one breath, embarrassed as he defiantly met her eyes.
"Leo," she started tiredly, taking a step towards him, "You've been asking me out for a solid five or six years now. Five years ago, I said no. Three years ago, I said no. And last year, I said no. She punctuated each 'no' with a step, until she stood face to face with him, glowering into his ice blue eyes. Actually, last year, you just kind of laughed at him, her memory told her as she brushed it off. "So what do you think I'll say this year?" she exploded, crossing her arms.
"Yes?" suggested Leo with a hopeful grin, hiding his defeat with a smile.
She tried not to smile in return as she replied, after a pregnant pause, "I'll think about it." Turning, she walked towards the entrance, heading for her nearby house.
He stood, shocked, and suddenly she heard a hissed, "Yes!", accompanied, no doubt, by wild dancing.
She was branded the 'tough girl', a reputation helped by her usual surliness, quiver of barbed insults, waiting to be launched, and her overall air of being able to kick anyone's ass, and thoroughly enjoy it.
He was, quite frankly, a dweeb. A no one. He was fit enough, but he was never picked up on by the popular radar. He was quite smart, knew computers inside and out, and dressed for comfort, not looks.
They were a match made in hell, sure to never work, guaranteed to crash and burn. Then why did she feel fluttery whenever she saw him smile? It wasn't normal to feel like flying whenever he looked at her, right? She wasn't in love with him, right? Then why, whywhywhy, did she say yes?