Regrets Part I

Brayden -Sophomore Beginnings

Back in the game again, first days are always exciting. First day of Sophomore year was no different. I had gone through over half the day without seeing her. I must admit, I was a little disappointed but that did allow me to concentrate on the rest of my classes. I thought about her throughout the summer but her memory almost faded and wasn't nearly as distracted since I wasn't around her every day.

I passed a few of the basketball players on my way to my 7th period and high fived and exchanged pleasantries before seeing Jackson. He was heading in the same direction since our next two classes were the same. I fall in line with his step.

"Oh, hey Brayden! How are things?"

"Not bad, back in the swing" I stop in my tracks. This is not happening.

"What's wrong?" Jackson asks. He turns his head and sees what I do. She is walking into our audio production class. How could this be? How could I have not known she was in the audio production program? I guess that's what happens when I oversleep and miss homeroom. Jackson sees the color drain from my face.

"Come on, it's not that big of a deal, I'll be in there with you, come on." he says as he practically drags me into class.

"You know" he says after a couple seconds "she's also in my geometry class too. Maybe I can talk to her for you".

"Would you really do that? Man, that would be awesome, I'd owe you big!"

I'm 6'2", muscles of an athlete, work out every day yet this tiny 5 foot nothing girl who weighs hardly anything absolutely terrifies me. How is that possible? I walk into the classroom, hang my backpack on the designated hook and find a seat. I try to stay unnoticed by her and keep my baseball cap pulled down. I'm generally not a shy person but she makes me feel awkward. This year I will talk to her. This year it will happen. Obviously trying to shift my focus onto basketball didn't work so maybe if I actually speak to her, she won't be as big of a distraction. She's probably a b*$#h anyway and will just blow me off, that will make it easier. I'll just get it over with and find out how mean she really is and I can get on with my life. But how can someone that beautiful be mean? Maybe one day...

There's no way I'm going to make it through this class everyday. I try to focus on our group's project but my eyes keep wandering over to her. Today she's in a light pink button down shirt and a pair of dark jeans. They fit her perfectly. Almost too perfectly. Although I'm pretty sure she would look good in anything... Or nothing at all. 'stop!' I tell myself, I don't even know her. That's going to change this year I vow.