Creep

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story about an awkward 16 year old male and his latest love interest. He also states his view of modern high school society.

Submitted: March 02, 2010

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Chris Patenaude
patenaude42@gmail.com
Creep
Yes, I guess I could consider myself lucky, but just a tiny bit. I just don’t think lucky might have been the right word for it. She was stunning and the way she looked, blew me away. Just being in her presence could make me smile. Well, I guess it wasn’t really a smile. I mean I tried to smile, but it always came out in a way that made my face look all twitchy and what not. But there was a smirk, believe me, there definitely was a smirk. You know, I don’t think “stunning” was even a word to describe her. She was merely indescribable. She could take your breath away like looking over a vast landscape on the top of a mountain or something corny like that. I’ll tell you though; she sure did take my breath away. Her eyes glistened in the bright sunlight, her dark brown hair would bounce with every step she took, it was a sight to see I’ll tell you. Oh boy it was a sight and a half. I guess there was only one problem with her, the only problem was that she wasn’t the type of girl to just go talk willy-nilly with any old guy. Especially me. I was just the son of an aging construction worker who didn't do much outside of playing video games on the couch and eating microwave popcorn for dinner. And I did talk to her. I’m not lying to you now; I did talk to her, and boy I’ll tell you a million times, it was possibly one of the best damn moments of my life. No it was, the best moment time of my life. And you better believe me.
Well, I’m not sure about every single detail, but I guess I remember the main gist of what happened then. You know what, I guess I can tell you the truth, I mean I wasn’t going to but it’d be stupid not to tell you. It feels a little weird explaining, but I actually planned on talking to her that day, I planned on it for a week. No joke there. Well I’ll tell you friend, I wasn’t exactly sure about how to go about it. But at about 1:12 every day, I always would see her stop by her locker and snatch her books for last period. A couple of my “buddies” and I walked past her locker at that exact time every day. Now there was something standing in the way of me trying to talk to this girl. I’m not sure if it was a huge problem, but I always let my mind worry about unnecessary things.
Well first off, I wouldn't consider myself the most well known guy in the whole school (that might be an understatement), and I wasn’t too sure how someone as attractive as she was would feel about a total stranger doing a thing like that. It’s not that I was ugly or that my hair would always grow a little longer than it needed, it was just, well honestly, I didn't like people a whole of a lot. I’m not kidding; other people and I just didn't get along. And I’m not saying I was the kid that people would make fun of, I was just there. Some of my “friends” or whatever you’d call them, were girls themselves, but I didn't look at it as strange or anything, it was just what it was. It’s not like I hung around with them either all that much. At school I would hover around a couple of the lesser popular guys, just to look like I was part of something.Sorry to get off track but speaking of that, you know when you think you're the only one in the entire world that does something, but in reality millions of people do it? Well that's what I had to believe. I would make myself think that every other guy in that small circle, hovering around the water fountain, was doing the same exact thing I was. They weren’t, but I believed they were and I believed they didn't hang out on weekends or go play football after school. It made me kind of feel like I wasn’t the only one that was just there. I just didn’t like people a hell of a lot, and it was okay in my mind that they didn’t like me that much either.
Now I don’t know what exactly made me think I had a chance with her, I don’t know at all to tell you the truth, because talking to her alone was sure not gunna’ make her mine. I was in a tough situation, I felt as if was in a never ending hole spiraling down, no wait, too cliché, maybe I guess you could say I was caught in a spider web, and I was stuck. Hell, I was more than stuck, I was suffocating in it.
Did I mention my confidence was crap? Yeah, it was pretty crappy. As if getting denied by every girl wasn’t bad enough, but getting denied by this girl would be the ultimate shot to my confidence. You know, if she did, sorry, when she denied me, maybe I would just sit inside my house all day, I didn't need anybody, and nobody needed me. That would’ve been better than being shut down in a world where you can't catch your breath for one moment and where people are surprisingly fake. Maybe, I’m not the one to be calling names here, but I wasn’t fake, I’ll tell you that right now. Wait, I have an example for you, there was this girl in my history class seemed like a sweet girl, but she hated this other girl. I mean she really hated her guts. And this “sweet” girl would make fun of this other girl behind her back, a lot. A real lot. Now here’s the funny part, next day, both these girls walk in to school giggling and laughing, just like they became best friends overnight. It was too weird if you ask me, maybe it was a girl thing, I don't know, it’s their lives, I regret bringing it up. I shouldn’t care about other people that much. It’s not like they cared that much about me. But like I was saying, I wish she would shut me down, and maybe I would stay home and not have to deal with anything anymore. And I would be fine with it, perfectly content with me and myself. But hey, that's what I thought at sixteen.
So back on track here, alright so there I was standing by her locker, she came up to me, gave me a small smile, we talked for awhile and got to the point where she asked me on a date. Can you believe it! Well you shouldn’t, because that's not even close to what happened. And if you didn't get that I was kidding from the start, I’m sure you got it by now. But, I didn’t know where my “buddies” were that day; they must’ve of left early. Yeah that's it, they left early. I guess I had to approach her locker all by myself. Maybe, it was better with no one to laugh at me as I walked awkwardly towards her direction.
It was 1:11, she was at her locker early that day, very suspicious, no, I wasn’t that creepy. Okay that was supposed to be a joke. Just like me, always cracking jokes. No, that wasn’t like me, maybe I’m just excited about my story. Well, like I said, it was 1:11. She stood there, I couldn't help but stare. Speaking of that, sorry for interrupting myself yet again, but how come girls find it creepy when you look at them? I mean, they put all that make up on for some reason and get all done up like. Maybe it’s just to make other girls jealous. Probably. Well I wasn’t creepy staring. I thought maybe a couple of seconds and a glance to the floor could lessen the chance of us exchanging glances. I was wrong, she looked directly at me. I was still walking at that point, and I could see her look away as soon as we looked at each other. Now here’s another clichéd awkward part. Well, it just so happens she was a tad bit taller than me. Yeah how’s that for weird, I guess I never realized it before, but she was, and I sort of had to look up at her when I stopped next to her. I also forgot what I was going to say, what a joy that was. Believe me, I was on my game…not. Well, Miss America over here, looked down at me and gave me a smirk, okay it was more like a, what-the-heck-are-you-doing-here-smirk. But I’ll take what I can get, It was a smile to me. I usually had trouble talking to girls, this wasn’t an exception. It wasn’t. Oh boy it wasn’t.
Well I would assume you want to know what happened. Maybe I should tell you the rest. Fine, here it goes. Well, I felt a bit strange standing there. It took all my breath and then some to utter out the word “Hi”. It sounds like something no one would actually do in real life. But this was as real as it could get. Believe me. She asked if I needed something. I could really start to sense that she might have not been in the greatest mood. Especially since I tried to talk to her. She said hi questionably. Okay, hold on; yes this does seem like a bad movie. Truth is, it is the truth. You might also wonder why I tend to be so calm explaining this. It could be the fact that I wasn’t expecting much, or maybe I was. Maybe I might have been expecting a little too much out of her then. To make a short story even shorter, the rest didn’t go so hot for me. I was really tensed up and nervous during that whole time.Truth is, I even so happened to introduced myself. The sad part is though, she ended up calling me a creep and walked away. Maybe I was being a little sarcastic, when I said best moment of my life.
I can tell you right now, the fact that she didn’t like me didn’t really hurt so much, but I didn’t feel like doing much of anything for the next week or two. I don’t really care too much for what people say, but you know, it still hurts. I just don’t know what people think. What honestly goes through people’s heads? Maybe that's why I don’t like people all that much. Still, she’ll never learn. Well, maybe she will, when she gets older. But, that doesn't really change much for the people that it affected before like me. People today really need to think about what they do and how it might affect someone else. She’s never walked in my shoes, or lived a day in my life. Maybe she should try it out. Yeah, I think so.
Okay, okay, okay. Maybe that was a little harsh. I mean, I might have come off as “creepy” (damn I hate that word) but still, I just wanted to talk to her, maybe get to know her. Maybe, I should be the one saying sorry to her. I think she’d really appreciate that.
Man, I can’t tell you why I told you that part of my life. I just think it taught me how denoting a person can be. I’m sure you were expecting a happy ending.No, no happy ending here. Again, I don’t know why I care so much. I put too much effort into caring about stupid things. But hey, I won't crawl over and die. I’ll live. Yeah, I’ll live. Just not the way I planned. Oh and I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. That might be important. Well, I’m just that average kid. The one you don’t see very often or that you don’t give a second look to. I’m sure you know me. Welcome to my life.


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