One More Shot

Introduction

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a young...

You know what, let's just skip the fairy tale introduction and get to the real thing.

My name is Scott Coleman, I'm 18 years old and I live in New York City. I know, I know, you must think I'm some big time CEO of some hot-shot company, or the supervisor of a super popular corporation, just because I live in 'The City that Never Sleeps' that starts with the capitals N, Y, C, but no, I'm quite the opposite actually.

I'm just some poor, low-class guy that's trying to help his mom. I live in one of those rundown, ready-to-crumble apartments that's stuck between two sleek buildings like a sore thumb.

Every summer since I was 16, I would go to California and work in one of those decent-paying and less crappy jobs. I stay there for summer then go back home to continue studying.

Now, about school.

I'm not the guy-next-door kind of guy, or the hot-badass-who-rides-a-motorcycle-to-school either. I'm just the-guy-everybody-fears-the-most. Why? Let's just say there are days when I don't feel like dealing with people, I'm not exactly a people-person. And I don't really have the friendliest face around.

The only tolerable person in school is Chase, my best friend. I've been with him since freshman year and he used to annoy the crap out of me. Now, he...well, he still does, but I've gotten used to it.

Now, I got a question for you.

Do you have that one person in your life that seems like he/she is so perfect? You know, good grades, friendly, popular, can sing and dance, wealthy and everything in between?

Well, let me tell you something.

They always have a flaw.

Whoa, Scott, I didn't know! Please, tell me more, Sensei!

Alright, hold your sarcasm, no need to get sassy with me. I know everybody has heard of the phrase 'Nobody's perfect', and I can tell you that it really is true.

Anyway, the reason why I asked that, is because I, myself, have met Little Miss Perfect. Why do I say she seems perfect? She's rich, smart, has a good taste in fashion, can speak different languages and is the daughter of some big and powerful man, she doesn't even look half-bad.

Although 'perfect' wasn't my first impression of her.

It was 'bitch'.

A class-A bitch with green sticking out of her ass.

I'm not gonna lie, I hated her. She was the one who annoyed me the most and knows it. She knows which buttons to push and which words to say that'll just irk me. She was like a stubborn child--tell her to do this, she does the exact opposite., so if I tell her to kindly piss off, she rudely gets in my face.

Being stubborn and persistent was what made her a bitch--she just bulldozes into my life, never left me alone and butts her unwanted chin into other's people's business.

But that's what makes her different.

Others fear me, she doesn't. Others avoid me like some disease, she comes near me like some moth attracted to light. Others bite their tongue around me, I'd love to cut hers off. Others give me fearful looks, she sends me death glares. Even guys taller than me shit their pants when I'm pissed, while a girl that barely reaches the height of my nose has 10 times more balls than them.

I didn't think that a girl would be tougher than the entire football team.

I didn't think that anything will happen that summer.

I didn't think that my year turned out like this.