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Fright Physics
I took my test up to the front of the class. The last time we had a test; I handed it to the teacher and completely forgot that we were supposed to put it in the tray. I made a fool of myself then. That wasn’t going to happen again. I kept reminding myself of that until the test was in the fourth period tray. Once it was in there, I asked the usual question:
“Can I go to the bathroom?” The teacher nodded, as usual, and I walked out the door. How convenient was it for me that my love sat near the door and I could see him every time I walked in and out of the room. It was quite an advantage, though not worth it because I hardly talked to him at all.
Anyway, I was walking out of the room to go to the bathroom and my love wasn’t there. I didn’t think much about it. I wasn’t the only one that had to go in and out of the classroom every now and then. I went in the bathroom and spent time checking my hair and fixing my face. I talked to myself for a bit just to fill the silence. It was dead quiet in the physics room. I needed to hear sound before I forgot what it sounded like.
While I was in the bathroom, I was thinking about my love. He had gotten in the habit or scaring me every time he happened to be walking behind me. I’d be walking down the hall, see him and say hello… he’d turn around, come up behind me and scare me. I’d be coming out of the bathroom and walking down the hall and he’d come up behind me and scare me shitless. It was his favorite thing to do. Especially catching me when I was walking out of the bathroom. He wasn’t in the room when I walked out.
I quickly dismissed that as impossible and too much like a movie. Besides, how would he know I was in the bathroom? Reality was supposed to be a harsh slap and being scared by the guy you like isn’t exactly a harsh slap.
I finished up and stepped out of the bathroom. The physics room wasn’t that far away from the girl’s bathroom. In fact, the only object separating the physics room from the bathroom was a wall. A wall where everything could be heard from either side. So, as I rounded that wall and reached for the doorknob I wasn’t expecting much.
“Gah!” I jumped up and away, flinched, and whirled around looking to see who would dare do that. The answer was obvious, but surprises do that to people. The person I saw made me happy and irritated at the same time. I hated being scared. It was my ultimate weakness.
He was laughing at me and I could feel my heart pounding through me and slowing down from heart attack rate to normal “I’m around the guy I absolutely love” heart rate. He opened the door and walked in with a huge smile on his face. I walked in with a growl. Of course, not before I took the time to make it known that scaring people was not nice. I smacked his shoulder and it seemed to only make him smile bigger.
When I was walking to my feet, I had a bunch of questions running through my mind:
Was my face red?
What does it mean if things like that only happens in movies or in other people’s romance stories and then it happens to me?
Does he do that to everyone?
Is this going to happen more often?
Where the heck did that boy come from?
What did it look like when we both came in at the same time with those looks on our faces?
I didn’t care all that much, I was just happy that even though we don’t sit as close to each other as we did before, he remembered me and still messed around with me.
Oh… how I love those daily scares.