My Once In A Lifetime Dream

Chapter 6 Why Me!

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Why Me!

Berrios’ POV

                This morning I was playing with the guys in the halls and there was a group of first-year passing by. “I didn’t care for them. I have no intention of any of the first years. NOT INTERESTED at all on wooing or talking to them like my friends, who are girls crazy. I’m still upset about last year's game and my lesions. The doctor said I can play again but taking it easy at first. “ I said to myself after watching the guys eying the first-year group.  Something that I felt on my skin made me change my idea. But don’t know what it was.

                When I decided to look at the passing group, the first girl I saw was about 5"7 feet tall, brown smooth skin, lots of long wavy hair, big breasts but a bit chubby talking to two other girls while smiling a bit. I couldn’t understand why I was looking at the group, so I brush it off. And kept playing the guys until we got to our next class. But as something pulled me back right at the door, I looked back at the first year and saw a tear fall on the chubby girl’s face, just for a few seconds before she dried them before her classmate asked, I think, what was wrong. Then she liked made a joke or something because the others laughed.

                When I got to my gym class I put my bag, somewhere, and started playing around with the guys. Trying to take a breather because of the playing, the guys started laughing out loud. Moments later Pit (short for Petter) pulled my arm and pointed towards the door. And told that something funny just happened, a girl fell because of something on the floor. When I looked it was the chubby girl from before and the thing on the floor was my bag. The girl stood up in a flash and sprinted out almost crying, again, embarrassed by the fall, I think. I was so sorry for her, because of my bag, because she had to go through some embarrassing. “Should say sorry the next time I see her,” I told myself.

                Time passed I had to go to my next class, and to my silliness, I was still sorry for the little chubby girl. But I had to move on because I don’t know her name or group she is in. I know she’s the first year because I saw her walking with the first year, but yet again, why was she going the other way at the time? Was she lost? Or did she had Literature or Home economics? These are the only two rooms in the direction. GOSH!, why do I keep thinking of her?! Don’t understand one bit. Let me focus on my class right now.

                Finishing class, we decided to wait a bit to enter the cafeteria because it was full of first and third years. By the time we entered it was less crowded, but still…waiting for in the line some of the guys started talking about the incident and the girl during gym class, and seconds later they pointed out at the little chubby girl exiting, much like escaping, the cafeteria looking like a red tomato, with watery eyes after seeing us. I think that she has now a bad experience and was scared of us. And again I should say sorry to her. I feel bad letting it pass like it wasn’t my fault.

                After that we ate and went to our next class, to which I do not like (Math), too many formulas to use, ugh! Anyhow, class pass and then, went to my last class which it’s ok, it’s kind of necessary for any job hunting. It was the English Language class, I like it because it makes me speak, write a lot better, especially if I want to work in an office or something. Well, almost finishing with class I remembered that I had to talk to Mr. Rivera, my teacher/coach before school ends, so sprinted towards the gym. And bumped into a girl by mistake. When I looked down I said sorry, and that person was saying sorry too. And to my surprise, it was the little chubby girl! We looked to each other for a few seconds in the eyes. Then she started getting red on her face, again, I moved to the side to let her pass or she would have started crying of who knows what. “SH…T!” I cried after remembering that I didn’t convey to her my apologies because of the bag incident. “Next time,” I said and turn to talk to Mr. Rivera before he leaves for the day.