I sat next to him on the warm white sand, the clear crystal blue watch glimmering in the sunlight. "I love you so much Marisol." I turn my head and look at him. "I love you too Anthony." I tell him; a smile creeping onto my face. He leans in closer to my face. The smell of his axe cologne begins to empowering my nostrils at every inch he takes. His lips brush against mine for a brief moment. I look into his chocolate brown eyes. They begin to slowly dissolve and fade away. "No...No...Come back!" I start yelling. "Don't leave me..." I whisper.
I quickly jump out of my sleep. My body was covered in sweat; my heart hammering inside my chest. I look around my room before realizing it was just a dream. A sigh escapes between my lips while crawling out of bed. I head to the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror. "Another day of high school, I wonder who will bother me today." I say, talking to my reflection. High school was hell for me. Even though I wasn’t being made fun of or anything, it was hard finding true friends; especially when you’re shy. I walk out of the bathroom and look through my closet. "Red skinny jeans with a black shirt seem good." I say while sliding the clothes onto my body. Walking back to the mirror, I start to apply my makeup: Black eyeliner, super bright red lip-gloss, and smoky eye shadow to finish it off. I grab a red and black checkered bow and pin it nicely into my long black hair.
The second I walk to the kitchen I feel like I've entered a battlefield.
"You can't keep going through my phone! I am my own man!"
"Then tell me who keeps calling you in the middle of the night Richard."
"Who keeps calling me in the middle of the night? Who else would be calling besides my B-O-S-S? Are you kidding me?”
I stand there for a few minutes to see if they will notice me. My parents were always fighting, they had trust issues that neither of them felt counseling could solve. As always I'm indivisible to them. I grab my backpack and head out the door. Walking to school felt nice today. The cool crisp November breeze blowing against my skin. I feel a buzz in my back pocket. A text from Amy pops up on my screen.
"Meet me at the stop sign; I'll drive you to schoolJ"
I start racing down the street towards the stop sign. Amy was one of my best friends. We've known each other since preschool and been stuck like glue ever since. Amy was tall with dark brown hair and plastic framed glasses. She wasn’t shy like me; in fact Amy was part of the cheer team. Co-captain to be exact. She was different from the rest of the squad though because she still hung out with me even at school. Even when the other cheerleaders asked her what she was doing with “someone like me” Amy still stood by me.
I finally get to the stop sign; Amy’s black BMW was already waiting for me. I get into the car and smile at her.
“How did you know I was going to walk today?” I ask her.
“Let’s just say I’m a badass wizard who knows things.” She replies with a cocky smile. Today Amy was wearing a tight pink tank top with CHEER written across the chest, black skinny jeans and pink hello kitty vans. The one thing I love about Amy was her sense of style. Something that might look slutty on everyone else looked casual on her.
“You know, one day I’m going to raid your closet and force you to dress a bit girly.” She says while eyeing my outfit.
“When you say girly please tell me there’s no pink involved.” I roll my eyes.
“Are you crazy? Of course there’s going to be pink and since you rolled your eyes, it might end up being all pink!” I see an evil smirk creep onto her face.
The rest of the ride to school was drowned out with the radio. Chris Brown’s, “Leave the Club” was blasting through the speakers and my mind starts to drift back to my dream last night. The guy in dream last night was the one and only Anthony Rodriguez. Anthony was the most popular guy at Christian High school and all the girls loved him. That will probably be the only thing me and the other girls have in common; the fact that we love him.
By the time Amy gets to the school, we have about two minutes to get to class. I say a quick goodbye and start speed walking.
“I can’t be late to English again or else Mrs. Fitzgerald, will kill me.” I mumble under my breath. Just as I make a quick turn down the hallway I run straight into someone. I fall on the floor and my books fly everywhere. “Just great.” I say as the final bell rings.
“Oh shit I’m sorry.” A guy with a sexy Hispanic voice says. The only person with that voice was Anthony and as I look up at him I feel the butterflies come into my stomach. He helps lift me up back onto my feet and starts to pick up the books I dropped.
“Its…its…fine…was….just…an accident” I stutter. He flashes me a smile and hands my books to me.
“Well it seems like the tardy room is where we’re head huh?” As the words escapes his lips I couldn’t help but smile. I’d rather be in a tardy room with Anthony then in Mrs. Fitzgerald’s class. I send a small nod and start walking side by side with him to the tardy room.
After a few minutes of silence, Anthony breaks it. “I’m sorry that I kind of made you late for class. If I didn’t bump into you I’m sure you would have made it on time.” He says with sincere in his voice.
“No its fine I’m serious. It wasn’t your fault; I guess I should have watched where I was going.” I chuckle a bit.
We continue to walk in silence and stop in front of the tardy room. “After you miss.” He says flashing another adorable smile. We walk in the tardy room to find it empty. Not even the usual guy who supervises the tardy room was there.
“Well this is odd.” I mumble, waiting for something weird to happen. Standing there for a few minutes I forget that Anthony was behind me. I turn around and walk into his chest again.
“Ugh, I’m sorry.” I say looking at the floor.
He shrugs it off and starts to walk away. “See you later, Marisol.” He sends a little wave to me as he’s walking away.
I pull out my phone and send a text to Amy: “S.O.S something amazing just happened, tell you at lunch!”
She sends me a text message back saying “I have a little idea for you.” I reread the text, the only thing I could think of was “This cannot be good.”
I start walking down the hall and head to the library, a huge smile on my face. Hopefully this wouldn’t be the last time Anthony and I had an encounter. Walking into the library and sit in the very back. Whenever I needed to be alone or to just think this was the only place I could turn to. I walk over to the romance section and grab a random book. My mind begins to drift and I start to feel as if I’m in the character in the story.
The sound of the next bell immediately breaks my thoughts. Quickly putting the book back on the shelf I rush out of the library and head to my next class. While walking through the hallway I see Anthony again but this time he’s with his popular friends. We make eye contact for a few seconds and then he turns away. Being seen saying “Hi” to the quiet shy girl was probably suicide to a popular person’s reputation. When you’re in high school the most important thing ever is a person’s reputation. I catch Amy in the wall way and drag her off to the side.
“Hey you, what was your little idea?” I ask trying not to hold her up too much.
“How about...you get a makeover.” My eyes start to bulge out of my head
“A MAKEOVER?!?!!?” I yell, bringing attention to myself.
“Just think about it Marisol, maybe you’ll finally get some boy’s attention or better yet Anthony’s.” A twisted smile creeps onto her face.
“Yeah maybe I’ll get someone’s attention…..” I say glancing back at Anthony. After thinking it over, it didn’t seem half bad after all.