Chase-ing the one

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is for the Booksie 2017 High School Essay Contest. Hope you enjoy!

Submitted: March 02, 2017

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Chase-ing the One

“ Chase Alejandro Gonzalez, get your butt downstairs! Breakfast has been ready for the past half hour. It’s cold!” my mom yells from the kitchen. She doesn’t understand how important today is for me. Today is the first day of high school for crying out loud! I gotta look to impress the ladies and that takes time. Everyone knows that one has to dress to impress.  I walk downstairs in a turquoise button-down shirt with beige khakis, because, who doesn't like khakis?

“Aw Mi hijo looks so nice. Come here and give your mama a kiss. Hurry and eat your breakfast so you don’t miss the bus.” I eat my breakfast and get on the yellow stanky lookin’ bus that comes to my house. It might smell terrible but it has this new vibe to it. Maybe since I get to experience the bus ride as high school royalty and not middle school scumbags. It takes a while but we finally get to the school: Total High school (original name, I know). I start walking up the steps of the marvelous architecture that is school when I spotted a bright red rose floating from a nearby bush and into a girl’s hand. At first glance I knew that she was El amor de mi vida. I know, cliche but let me tell you, this girl was HOT. Her silky black hair flowed into the wind and her smile was so bright that it could literally be the next renewable energy source. Her body was soo…. BAM! Her body has just now ran into mine. I am now officially unconscious.

“Oh MY GOD! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to run into you like that. I was distracted by this rose and next thing you know, I ran into you,” the girl explained emphatically. “My name is Esperanza Gonzalez. As you can, I am pretty distracted. I am truly sorry about that. Please accept my apology.” I didn’t know what to do at the time because I was still half dead from the collision, so I answered back what any sensible person would:

“You’re pretty,” I drowsily responded back. She giggled and offered to take me back to my class. On our way there we chatted and started to become more friendly to each other. By the end of the week, we became best friends. Don’t ask me how it happened, it just did. There was a problem though. One which I have had for a really long time and I just can’t get over. I’m egocentric and I tend to not really show my true colors.

For the next couple weeks, Esperanza and I started to hang out more and I really started to like her only it wasn’t because I was being me. It was because I was being someone else. My alter-ego if you will. It has been an issue for me since Elementary school. I am what you call “egocentric” and “arrogant”.  Of course, I don’t portray that in my first impression when meeting someone. This issue only occurs when I am in an argument with someone and I don’t get my way. Esperanza and I had something really nice but everything got ruined when we were walking down a path in the nearby park.

“Chase, I LOVE this park! I used to go here all the time but because I have been busy, I haven’t had time to come,” Esperanza exclaimed as she saw where I was taking her.

“Well, I came here to ask you a question. It is something that I have been trying to ask you since I laid eyes and I just haven’t had the courage to ask you,” I said nervously as I proposed the following question, pulling out a rose that was exactly like the one that caused us to run into each other the day we met, “Quieres ser mi novia?”

She looked shocked due to the fact that she didn’t expect it. Esperanza took the rose and looked at me and replied,

“I’m sorry Chase. You’re really nice and I like you a lot but I am just gonna have to say no. I would really like us to just stay friends.” I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting the rejection.

“Well...I don’t need you! I don’t need anybody! Yeah that’s right I said it. I am a lone wolf. The Alpha, better than anyone else. Nobody can touch me!” I yelled out as I ripped the rose from her hand.

“Looks like you don’t need this anymore!” I cried out to her and crumpled up the rose that was now withered and dead, just like our friendship. She had tears in her eyes. I didn’t mean anything of what I just said but I couldn’t let her know that so I walked away.

Weeks later my mom spots me coming out of my room and asks me, “Mi Hijo, what happened to the pretty friend of yours? I really liked her.” I took a deep breath and told her everything. From the day we met to the fight that we had.

“Well Chase, it looks like you need to apologize. Just like that saying goes, Nunca es tarde para pedir perdón, siempre es tarde cuando no se hace.” I ask her what that means. “It means that it is never later to ask for forgiveness, but one is always late when they are not doing it.” I immediately felt terrible and I texted Esperanza asking her to meet me in the park in the afternoon.

It was 6:30 p.m with the sun just setting. The trees swayed inward toward the center of the park, where I was standing, as if they were eavesdropping into the conversation. Then I see her, and the trees immediately turn her way. She was wearing a summer dress that was mahogany. The dress swayed to the tempo of the trees as if they were an orchestra, all to the same beat.

“What do you want Chase?” She asked with a tone that could have shaken the earth.

“I want to apologize Esperanza. I let my ego and emotions get in the way of what really mattered: us. I really don’t want to lose what we had so please accept my apology.” I pleaded to her, basically on my knees.

“Well….” she thought about it as if time were on her side. She grinned as she looked up. That’s when a bright red rose from a nearby bush floated into the Esperanza’s hand. She laughed. “I accept you apology. We can start over. But be yourself.” She holds the rose up and laughs, showing her beautiful smile. “Until the day roses stop falling on me, you can keep being my friend.”

We walked out of that park hand in hand with the rose that had just recently blossomed, just like a friendship that will hopefully never die.

 


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