The Boy in the Yellow Baseball Cap

Chloe Watson opened her history textbook and gazed absently at the pages. She turned her head and fixed her eyes on the dark haired boy in the corner. He raised his head, and for a second they made eye contact, his dark brown eyes sparkling as he smiled….

And then abruptly his smile disappeared, and he looked away. Chloe remembered what he did to her, the jerk, the reason he couldn't look at her anymore. She turned around and started to write. Not the homework that was assigned earlier, but instead she wrote about the first time she saw him.

"Are you ok?" the tall, good-looking guy asked as he helped me up from the floor, an amused half-smile on his face.

I blushed, feeling my ears turn red. "I'm ok…" I replied, as I hurriedly turned and tried to pick up my books before the monstrous crowd in the hall trampled them. Reaching down for my sketchbook, my hand bumped into his as he picked it up.

"Are you new here?" he inquired. "I would have remembered seeing a girl as gorgeous as you."

I blushed again and smiled at him. "I know I'm gorgeous." I joked. "But I am new, since you don't remember me."

"See you around, gorgeous." He grinned as he handed me back my sketchbook. "I'm Ben, by the way… Ben Gaston."

I smiled and

Chloe stopped writing as her friend, Stacy McCloud, reached over and tugged her hair. "What?" Chloe hissed, a little angry that she had been distracted from her writing.

"Do you have the Science Lab we were supposed to finish yesterday?" Stacy whispered quietly. "I didn't do it…"

Sighing, Chloe searched through her notebook and pulled out her neatly typed, complete Science Lab with the questions in the back. "Go ahead." She muttered, tossing the papers at her.  She flipped back to her half-finished story, and then realized that she had forgotten what she was going to say.

Chloe quickly glanced over to where Ben was sitting, his yellow baseball cap pulled low over his face. He never wears his hat like that, Chloe realized, watching him write furiously in his notebook. He just doesn't want to look at me.

She turned away from him and flipped to a new page. She thought for a minute, and then started to write about last Friday night.

"Oh, my, god, Ben! Is that you?" A high-pitched, nasal voice asked from directly behind us. "Who's this? Is this, like, you're new, like, girlfriend, or something?"

Ben turned around, surprised, and saw a short, blonde, skinny girl walking briskly towards him. "Hello, Cecelia." He remarked. "Chloe isn't my girlfriend, not that it's your business."

I didn't comment that this was the third time he had taken me out, which might have made me his girlfriend, but inside I was fuming.

"Oh…" Cecelia smirked, "Well since I won't be interrupting anything, you won't mind if I join you?" She didn't state it as a question, more of a demand.

"Actually, I --" I was about to tell her off when Ben cut in.

"Of course I don’t mind. Cecelia, you know Chloe, right? Chloe, this is Cecelia Brown. We used to date last year."

Cecelia smiled prettily at me. "I've seen you around, Chloe --"

"I haven't seen you." I cut in, not being able to withhold my intense dislike towards the ditzy, annoying blonde. "As a matter of fact, I try to avoid people who have less than two brain cells." I smiled prettily back. "No offense, of course."

Ben looked at the both of us, and then backed away. "I'm going to get popcorn…" He mumbled.

Immediately losing the smile, Cecelia took a menacing step towards me. "I hope you don't mind, Chloe," she announced, "but since Ben isn't your boyfriend, and all, I have every intention of getting him back."

''Well I have every intention of keeping him where he is."  I snapped back. "He probably broke up with you for a reason--"

"Hey guys-- girls… whatever… ready for the movie?" Ben suggested, walking back with a large bucket of popcorn.

Cecelia turned and smiled at him. "Of course, Ben." She agreed, walking quickly. "We wouldn't want to miss the previews."

We entered the already crowded theatre. "Oh look!" Cecelia declared. "There are some seats!" She surged ahead and fought her way into the middle of the theatre, where three seats were still empty. Plopping down in the middle seat, she grinned at me as they approached. "You can sit here, Ben," she said sweetly, touching his arm and guiding him to the chair like a two year old.

"Fifteen minutes left, everyone." Mr. Robertson, the History teacher, announced to the class.

Chloe looked up, startled, and realized that the teacher was right; she had wasted nearly the entire work period writing about Ben. She looked at him, her hazel eyes glittering. He was still writing, and then he tore the page out of the book and ripped it into pieces. Ben looked up, suddenly, and met her gaze. He quickly looked away and started writing again.

She sighed and tried to find a way to end the story: her memory of that horrible date.

When I came back from the bathroom, I saw the two of them, making out as if they were the two on the date, instead of Ben and I.

I turned and left.

Chloe flinched as Stacy viciously stabbed her with a pencil. "Psst!" She shrieked, not at all quietly, as half the class turned and looked at her. Stacy quickly and quietly shoved a note into her hand. "Its from… him…" She whispered.

Chloe opened the tightly folded note. "Dear Chloe," she began quietly, so only Stacy could hear. "I understand if you never want to speak to me again, but I want you to realize that you are a very special person to me. On Friday, I made a big mistake in not telling Cecelia to buzz off. I should have told her that you were my girlfriend, since that is how I think of you. I hope that you will somehow find it in you to forgive me, and let me make it up to you. Maybe we can have coffee sometime soon." She paused. "Love, Ben."

Stacy stared at her. “What does that bottom part say?” She asked.

Chloe read it to herself, and then, grinning, answered. “P.S: Cecelia jumped me, its not like I wanted to kiss her or anything.”

Stacy grinned. "You are SO not going to forgive him, are you?" She asked.

Chloe smiled, dreamily. "How can I not?"

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Author’s Note: Okay, first of all this story was written by Me, Nayanya, and my friend, Dawn, who does not have an account on but she said I could post this story and I’m not sure that she remembers but oh well. And I added two more lines to make the story slightly more plausible.

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