In life we all take things, people, and actions for granted. The reality, you dont know what you got till it's gone. I James Marshall know this for a fact. My story starts in the early spring, tired from baseball practice and the boys are starting up again with the daily gossip (worst then girls I swear). From the corner of my eye, there she was, a short but curvy girl with the sad look and issues that you can see outside of her character. Alessa Prynce stood waiting for class to start, I can see her looking at my arm from the corner of my eye. I can almost feel the pain from the distance between us. She must have seen me and thought I was a creep, I really wanted to talk to her . I've never been good with women just got lucky with the wrong ones I guess. In the eyes of my friends I would never go for a girl like Alessa; they where wrong. Seeing as my last relationship failed so hard where the chick was obsessed with me, I had to embarrass her for her to stop calling, my rep was really fucked up after that and I just went with it I guess. Truth is I've made so many poor choices in life and with people, so everything has come back to bite me in the ass. But for some reason she was different. I can kind of see the discomfort as we locked eyes for the first time. I've seen her before but never spoke. Goths and jocks never really attract according to the laws of popularity. I approach her in a cocky manner,
"What's up?" she looks at me quickly then looks down as she stuttered, "W-what?"
"I said what's up, why you staring at me weirdo?" No, at this point I was looking cool in front of my friends but deep down I knew it was wrong. Yet I kept it going. She looks up with a cute yet annoyed look and replies "if anybody's a weirdo, it's you with your huge guppy eyes, fish face" (I hated that since freshman year) my friends behind me broke out into laughter. I knew I deserved it, but didn't stop me from grilling the hell out her as we walked away from me into class. I dont know what I was thinking talking to a girl like her. As much as her comment pissed me off I liked her like that. But I knew it was wrong, as she walked away, I stared at her wishing I could take it back. In class all I could think about was how much of a dick I was with Alessa. Why did I act like that? Why am I like this? I couldn't put my finger on it.
BANG!!!
As I snap out of it the teacher is looking at me with disappointment.
"Mr. Marshall can you repeat what I said"
"Was this before or after you slammed the book?" I asked as I get sent to the Dean's office (nothing new). As I walked to Mr. Sanchez's office I peek into a room, like a deer stuck in headlights I see her. And hear her talk about the prohibition. Nothing like a girl with smarts, it kind of turned me on.
