Phoneplay (translation)

Chapter 1: Soccer Game

Two weeks that this game between the anonymous and I began. Two weeks that this boy haunts my thoughts. Two weeks that I spent almost all my time looking at my phone's screen, hoping to find a new message from him. Yes, I'm thinking non-stop about this mysterious boy. Non-stop about our discussions. Non-stop about who he could be. It's simple... Each minute of my life, I think of him. More than alcohol, more than parties, more than cigarettes. I think of him more than everything. He almost become a drug to me. A drug I don't know the appearance, that I don't know the consistency. A drug I don't know the causes either. Even if I don't know anything about him, he has become more addictive than weed. My friends noticed that I was away those last weeks, like... Lost in my thoughts. And they are right. Even when I'm with her, the only thing I think about is my seducing outsider. About my cocaine, in another way. I even surprised myself, a couple of times, looking at each boys of 12th grade, telling me that one of them is my outsider. That one of them takes all my other thoughts away. That one of them makes my existence less tasteless, more intense and more stimulating. It's nearly crazy to say, but in a very short period of time, he took a considerable place in my life. It almost scares me, this way he got in my life, to mess up all my landmarks and take away my little boring routine. He changed everything... In good.

I briefly draw in the corner of my paper, completely ignoring the class taking place around me. I don't even know what class it is. Math? English? Technology maybe? I really don't know because I'm again thinking of him. I'm incapable to think about something else than my outsider and if this goes on, my grades won't survive. I mean... I hardly listen something in class, I barely do my homeworks and I prefer listening our song than reading books given by teachers. And the worse of all is that I don't care. I keep saying to myself that it's not a big deal, that I got some advance in my grades. Yet, I know this can go very quickly. I know that going from a fourteen average to an eight, it can happen really quickly. But I don't give a damn and I keep thinking of him.

I'm going to see him tonight. Well, I'm going to the soccer game so, in fact, I'm going to see him. This thought had the power to give me a smile all day long. How I stupid I may look. Me, Alyssa, With a reputation of cold and solitary girl, I finally became to look simple-minded just because I'm going to a soccer game where he is going to play. I am becoming everything I hate whereas I don't even know who he is. I've really changed, and again, I don't care at all. And I think it's the worst of all.

The bell suddenly rings, waking me up. I put my head up and vaguely hear the teacher- of History then- announcing a test for the end of next week. Great. I feel the disaster coming as I haven't listen to anything she said during the five last classes. I quickly put all my stuff in my bag and get out of the classroom the quicker I can. That's it, the day is over. Finally.  The game starts at 6 p.m, in an hour. I told Holly, a great friend of mine, to meet up at my locker before going to the soccer field together. I make my way through all the students, going through the hallway, to go to the one with my locker.

I take five good minutes to arrive in the right hallway. It's full, like all the others. That's what I try to avoid in the evening to catch my bus on time: All this crowd.  I walk to my locker, and put my back against it, waiting for Holly. I know her, she's the kind of person who takes time, I'm going to wait a little. While I take a normal position, I neatly open my locker, after unlocking my padlock, and I pretend to look for something so I don't look like... How to say this? A poor girl waiting all alone. I turn around and put my elbows into my locker, take out my phone of my pocket and I go into my contacts. I search until I find the one called "Him", and I send him a message, to pass time. Ok, also because I'm dying to speak with him. I send him a simple "Hello", as I'm not used to begin the conversation and it feels weird to be enterprising for once.