Tick, tick. The clock reminded me of the passing time.

I had five minutes to peel an apple. At twelve, midnight, tonight, I will see my future husband. The apple and knife were placed on a tray in front of my vanity. I sat in my chair, and picked up the items. According to myth, if someone peeled the skin of an apple with a knife in one piece, they could see their future spouse in the mirror if they finished at twelve.

The feat of skinning the apple was easy. I had eaten an apple many times and peeled it with a knife. Today was a particularly day, so to cheer me up, I had decided to do this after my best friend, Cindy, told me about it.

Finishing with three minutes to spare, I held the knife poised just ready to finish the job, and decided to wait until midnight by daydreaming.

I was so tired, and today was probably one of the worst days of my life. I was sitting in history, and chatting with my current boyfriend, Michael, about the English partner project before class, when we were roughly disturbed by Adam Bines, the school’s more famous jock, shoving his way into the classroom.

Adam then proceeded through to yell at me as the class filed into their seats and the annoying teacher arriving. He yelled at me for fifteen minutes with almost every profanity known to mankind, and possibly some of his own made up ones on the spot.

You see, he was my next door neighbor, and had thrown a party at his house last Friday, after a football victory, against the neighboring school. I didn’t do, because I wasn’t interested in watching him and the rest of the school population get drunk. It was a wonder that the cops didn’t raid his house that night. Apparently his parents who were away on a business trip had found out about it. I can swear on my entire makeup collection that I didn’t tell on that loser to his parents, because I would never sink so low.

So on Monday morning of history, our only class together, he is bent on making me deaf and miserable. His words make a sailor look polite and the devil like an angle. I didn’t say a single thing as he recounted all the previous embarrassing moments he knows about me to the entire class as payback for tattling on him. Those moments were private. The only reason he knew them was because Mrs. Norris, the old cat lady, our other neighbor, gossiped about the entire block incessantly.

With his tirade finally done, I could successfully remember all those horrid, embarrassing, or completely stupid moments of my life that I tried to erase from my memory. I stood up, and promptly slapped him so hard; there will be bluish marks on his face by tomorrow, before I stormed out of the room to my car. I bummed school for the rest of the day and sat at home with chocolates and tissues. I sniffled my way through three chick flicks, until two hours ago. It was so rude and inconsiderate of his to not even ask if it was true that I told on him. Stupid Mrs. Norris had, most likely. I felt shame at having the whole school know most of my deepest darkest secrets and for being called a tattle by Adam.

Cindy called me up later and tried to console me. I calmed down and began to simmer my emotions. So now, I sat in front of my vanity in an attempt at some happiness of wanting to see Orlando Bloom, or Elijah Wood in it. The chime of the clock snapped me out of my thoughts as twelve midnight arrived.

Quickly, the knife cut the last piece of the skin of the apple off. It cut so quickly that it went through the skin and cut my finger. Cursing, I quickly grabbed a tissue to subdue the blood welling up on my finger. As I reached for the tissues across from the mirror, I saw a sight that would never be forgotten. Adam Bines, the school’s hottest jock was in my mirror. The Adam Bines that I now considered my mortal enemy was according to my mirror, going to be my future husband. Of course, it was just coincidence that my mirror was across from my window which was open, exposing the view of my neighbor’s room through their window. And it was also coincidence that Adam Bines was my neighbor who happened to walk into his room, and show up on my mirror at exactly midnight.

All thoughts of my bleeding finger were forgotten as I sat down and tried to remain composed. A shrill screech erupted from me as I accepted the truth. I was going to marry the world’s most hottest, gorgeous, athletic, sexy, smartest, arrogant, idiotic boy alive.