𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃
《𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥》
Brielle's shoes scuffed against the concrete ground as she made her way out of the school building and on the path to her car tucked neatly in the back of the parking lot. Usually, she wouldn't mind, but today she was terrified of seeing that boy from the day before.
Luck was against her as she noticed that very same boy at a car just ahead of her. She moved to walk more on the other side of the street since that's where her car was, but he turned and saw Brielle. She tensed and kept walking, noticing him jogging up to her.
"Hey! Wait up!" He called out. She stopped and looked to him. A lump formed in her throat that she couldn't quite swallow down as she stared at the football player who just made his way in front of her entirely.
"Me?" She managed.
"Of course I'm talking to you. Who else would I be talking to?" He chuckled as he approached her and stood right in front of the girl. She shrugged.
"I'm not sure. Someone you actually know?" She said. He crossed his arms and looked the girl up and down, making her body go cold. What was he doing?
"Wow...you're really pretty up close..." he chuckled.
Fuck.
She quickly ducked her head and continued on the way to her car. He quickly followed, smacking himself in the head for saying that out loud.
"Sorry! Sorry sorry I didn't mean to weird you out!" He said in an exasperated tone. The girl made it in her car and she slammed the door shut, quickly starting it and driving away as the boy watched in defeat. He sighed softly and walked back to his car, scratching the back of his head as he wondered what to do next.
And that's how it continued. He'd pop up in areas of the school or in her class to say hello and each time she'd reject the conversation. She was a difficult one to talk to.
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"Hey!"
"Nope."
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"Excuse me."
"No."
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"Hey wait—"
"Not happening."
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Soon, Brielle was no longer able to ignore the boy who was so keen on speaking with her. It made her all red in the face when he did it more and more. The thought of this boy being so eager to meet her was almost fascinating and terrifying at the same time.
She was sat on one of the benches at the mall when a presence was suddenly by her legs as she was on the phone. She looked to see that same boy crouched down in front of her, his hands on his knees as he was held up on his toes. He grinned at her.
"I thought it was you!" He said, that same almost oblivious smile on his face. She took a deep breath and sighed.
"What do you want?" She finally granted him that entrance to a conversation. His eyes seemed to light up as she finally caved in and he sat on the bench beside her.
"I just wanna talk to you. You're very strong on avoiding me." He chuckled. She blinked at the golden retriever of a boy god had gifted her.
"I'm glad you noticed yet didn't take the hint." She said, setting her phone in her lap. His cheeks went a slight color of pink and he smiled sheepishly.
"I just...really wanted to talk to you..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Why? So you can have sex with me?" His eyes widened a little at her response. That was one hell of a jump into the deep end.
"Huh!? That was a very big assumption." He scoffed.
"Well, isn't it all you jocks do? Sleep with girls?" She asked. He paused for a moment as he thought over all of his friends.
"Ah...some of us do. I-I don't! I was trying to ask you to prom." He said. She blinked as she stared at him.
"I don't even know you and you're so eager to take me to prom?" She asked, raising a brow as she stared at the jock in front of her. He paused once again, his eyebrows furrowing as he thought over his decisions on approaching her.
"To be fair...I wasn't quite prepared for this conversation as I was before since I wasn't sure you'd actually respond to me for once." He chuckled. She hummed in slight agreement. She couldn't deny that her avoiding him was very true. Suddenly, his hand was in front of her, making her look down, "Nick Armstrong!"
She stared at his offer to shake her hand and she simply rolled her eyes, scoffing as she stood and walked away. He sat there, wondering what the hell he did wrong just by introducing himself.
"W-Wait! Wait! I didn't get your name!" He stood and followed her as she walked along with the crowd at the mall.
"Good. That was the point." She responded behind her, still walking. He finally stopped and allowed the girl to go ahead and further away from him. He sighed and crossed his arms. He at least got further today, but he wasn't sure how to reach her more. George was right. She clearly hated men. She so quickly chose to avoid them.
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What do you do when love approaches you?
Is it fair to panic and run screaming?
Yes.
Is it fair to harm the source mentally or physically?
Yes.
Is it fair to accept it?
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Brielle stared at her unfinished add on to her creative writing laid on her desk top. She was silent, stuck on a response she already knew but didn't feel.
"Is it fair to accept it...?" She repeated softly. She sighed and wrote down "no" as a response. She then tensed and dropped her pencil, groaning.
"God! No! No! No! It's not fair to accept it. Come on, Brielle. You know that..." she whined softly, cursing at herself for starting to be so naive over a boy she just met.
"Oh but those adorable puppy eyes he has when he looks so obliviously at you~!"
Brielle blinked and slowly turned in her chair to her friend who laid in her bed. She had her arm draped back as she spoke in a dramatic tone.
"And the way he complimented your up most terrific beauty~!" She looked to Brielle who was suddenly turned and glaring at her and she grinned.
"You like him!"
"I do not like him!" Brielle yelped back. Cassidy groaned and rolled her eyes.
"You totally think he's hot."
"I just met him and I think he's desperate." She huffed, turning back to her paper and crossing her arms.
"Desperate for you~" she cooed.
"Shut up!" Brielle whined, flopping back against her seat. Cassidy snickered and rolled her eyes.
"Okay! Okay! Still, give this guy a chance. He doesn't even know your name. Plus, prom is only in a month which school ends in a month, too! Just take your chances to end the year with something nice." Cassidy said. Brielle shook her head, sighing.
"I'm not going to prom. Prom is where all the assholes who can get girls, the annoying couples, and the singles desperate to get a girl or a boy go. I'm not doing that." She said. Cassidy blinked.
"I'm going to be there." She said. Brielle grinned.
"Exactly. You fall into the single category." She said with a grin. Cassidy huffed.
"Rude!"
Brielle snickered and turned towards her desk again. She looked to her writing and sighed, gently pushing it back. She decided that was enough for the night...
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