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A Recipe for Pain -2-
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This story starts when I only have six months left of my senior year. And as you can guess, yes, it starts with a guy.
Well, I'd been going it solo since my friends moved out of this hellhole to Alaska, the opposite of hell, at least temperature wise. I was the only emo-ish person in my grade, in my whole fricking school. And I also got straight A's without breaking a sweat. This was cause for much of the maltreatment I've endured during my high school years. They liked to play pranks, and mean tricks. Jerks. I mean, just for and example, how many of you have ever been thrown into a dumpster by the cheerleading squad? In you senior year? Yeah, didn't think so. it's not like I needed people being jerks to me at school. I got enough shit at home. Welcome to my life.
And then when I got back from Christmas break, there he was. The most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. Celebrities included. He was six foot -six one, maybe. Slender but muscled. He had dark brown hair that was just long enough to hang in his green eyes, hidden behind his glasses. The tight, black, t-shirt was also very appealing. And much to my pleasure, he sat next to me in AP English. This meant I would be able to stare at him when he wasn't looking. I mean, come on, it's not like he'd be paying attention to me; not with Ashley Miller, Queen of Colfax High, sitting right in front of him. These being my thoughts on the situation, I was utterly suprised to see him completely ignore the outrageuosly flirting Ashley. I just kind of figured he was high on himself.
Well, as it turns out, he was in my nxt class, and my next one. In fact the only class I didn't have him in was calculas. And the only two classes where I wasn't sitting in his direct vicinity were choir and CWI. I was not happy. This boy was temptation incarnate. Temptation I didn't need. One class was enough but in more than one, he would drive to to distraction and attratcion. Two things I did not need. So, after some long hard thinking, I came up with a solution: my iPod. How is this a solution, you ask? Well, if you give me a good song and a pair of headphones, the world beyond them ceases to exist. The teachers didn't really mind them as long as it wasn't loud enough to hear throughout the classroom. I had no problem with this. And yes, my music tends toward the emo side, just like me.
Well, my solution worked wonders. I no longer paid attention to Dante (that's what his named turned out to be. I think his parents probably read Dante's Inferno once to often.) when I didn't need to. At least until I caught him staring at me during English. I thought it was one of those staring-into-space-and-accidentally-staring t someone things. But Since I was catching him looking at me in every class, it kind of seemed more than coincidental.
After a week of his silence and very disconcerting stare, I started glaring back every time I cought him at it. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to deter him, and he'd just give me a lopsided smile. Yes, it was cute, but this guy was out of my league. And I knew it.
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