Good Girl

I was a good girl, through and through. I did all the things that were expected of me. I never drank, nor smoked, I had never done anything with a guy. I got good grades, never disobeyed the rules, and I never had a single detention in my life. I was a member of the National Honor Society, editor in the school newspaper, and I went to tutoring every Thursday night at the library. I was also nominated for Most Likely to Succeed. A girl who got a 5 on the AP European History exam. But I was by no means a geek. Sometimes I would act like a dork, but I had many friends, only a few close ones. High school was a good time for me even if I was somewhat overprotected and had no boyfriend to speak of.

So, it was wonder that a girl like me could end up in a situation like this. Hung over from last night, while I could not remember a thing. And did I mention that I was in someone else’s bed and not by myself? The guy was some unimportant guy from my calculus class. I was too stunned to freak out at the moment. Instead I just grabbed my purse and shoes (I was already fully dressed so nothing too bad could have happened last night) and ran out the dorm room to find solace in my own.

But as I sat on my bed downing a whole glass of water after taking Advil, I wondered where it could have all gone wrong. This was not me. I was not the girl who went crazy at college and ended up on Girls Gone Wild. I was the girl who got the grades and kept a level head on her shoulders. I decided the exact day that everything went wrong. It was the day he walked into my life.

Senior year in high school is supposed to be your best year, but I of course loaded myself down with Advanced Placement courses and extracurriculars up the wah-zoo. I was walking hastily through the hallway, passing the slow kids with no where to go, with my AP European history and AP chemistry textbooks in my arms. And then I bumped into someone. My books fell out of my hands and the papers that were stuffed inside them spread everywhere. I leaned down to pick them up, muttering under my breath. Another hand stretched out to shuffle the papers together.

When I stood up to look at my helper, I met the most amazingly blue eyes I have ever seen and the most charming smile. “Sorry about that.” he told me, while I stared at him completely at a loss for words.

Then I recovered, but it was already obvious I had been staring. “Um, no problem.”

He hoisted his backpack onto his shoulder. “Hi, my name is Leo, what’s yours?” He held out his hand to shake it. I did so and I felt that proverbial electric shock. I wondered if he felt it too. No, I was just being foolish.

“Um,” I stuttered. I never reacted this way to a guy before. “My name is Diana.”

He grinned. “Nice to meet you.”

I could only nod. “I guess I’ll see ya around?” He asked.

“Yea,” was my only response before I continued walking trying not to think of my response was to him. I did not need a guy now. I had college to think of, applications to complete and not to mention scholarships to apply for. A guy was the last thing on my mind now. There were more important things at hand.

“You look like shit,” my roommate, Carrie told me.

“Gee, thanks.” I replied sarcastically, lying down on my head. The room seemed to spin for a second.

“What happened to you last night? You told me you were going to the library. There is no way you went to the library.”

“Your powers of perception are amazing. What gave it away? Was it my bloodshot eyes, my sick countenance?”

“Stop acting like such a bitch and tell me.” She said, plopping down on my bed, causing it to bounce a little. I let out a little groan at the movement.

“You must have gotten really shitfaced last night.”

“Yeah, I don’t even remember what happened.”

Her eyes bulged out of her head. “Wait, you’re telling me that Ms. Perfect, Ms. Goody Two-Shoes, Diana Calfrey, got so shitfaced that she can’t remember what she did last night?! I don’t believe it!”

“Well, believe it. I woke up in someone’s bed-”

“What?!” Her voice resounded in my head in the most unpleasant way.

“Please don’t be so loud. But like I was saying, I woke up in someone else’s bed, completely clothed not able to remember a damn thing.”

Carrie looked disappointed. “One time I actually think you did something crazy, you still come out of it with that goody-goody side. You can’t even escape it when you’re drunk.”

I glared at her. “Just leave me alone, I want to go to sleep.”

She got up and ran her fingers through her thick, curly hair. “Fine. I know you have that English Lit class, so I’ll go for you and take notes but you owe me.”

“Thanks,” I said, already half-asleep.

I looked up into those amazingly blue eyes as his hand gently cradled my cheek. “I love you, Diana,” he told me in that sweet voice of his. “I want you to always remember that, okay?”

I nodded, tears clouding my eyes. “I could never forget even if I wanted to.” He kissed me then, a kiss so wonderful I thought I felt myself melting. He could always get this kind of response from me, sometimes by just looking at me. I wanted to freeze this moment forever in time. A moment so pure nothing could ruin it.

I woke up suddenly and sat up, the sudden movement making me feel slightly dizzy. I looked around the empty room, and it was then that I realized I was crying. I angrily brushed away the hot tears willing myself to not remember. Not remember his touch, his eyes, him. I could not let what happened affect me again. It hurt too much that I did things I should not do, like what I did last night. That could not happen again. I had to bury myself in my studies. That was the best solution. Too bad it was not very realistic.

“Honey! I’m home!” Carrie’s voice came from the door. “You look, er, slightly better.” She tried to smile.

“Yea, yea.” I told her, waving my arm dismissively. “How was class?”

She shrugged. “It was okay, I guess. A little boring.”

“Yea, it usually is. Thanks again.”

She nodded. “No problem. Here are your notes.” I took them and put them aside without looking at them.

“So, are you going to tell me what really happened?” Carrie inquired.

“I already told you; I can’t remember.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. What happened to make you do something like that? It’s completely out of character.”

I shrugged. “I can’t help it. It’s in my genetics.”

Carrie rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that ‘alcoholism is hereditary’ crap, ok?”

I heaved a defeated sigh. “I saw him.”

Her eyes widened. “You’re not serious? I thought he went to…”

“He did. Maybe it wasn’t him; just someone who looks a lot like him.”

“Maybe.”

I looked down at the ground. I could not meet Carrie’s sympathetic eyes. I did not need sympathy; I needed to get over it. Move on. Leo was the past and some other nameless Prince Charming was my future.

I just had to get there first.

Author's Note: I really have no idea where this is going; I'm just writing it as I go along.