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Maybe?
Karasu 051907
Chapter One: Stalker-esque Tendencies.
I caught myself watching him again. I just couldn't help it. Everything about him made me absolutely crazy. The way his bright green eyes focused intently on the magazine in front of him. The way he would tug his lower lip into his teeth as he marked a specific product he wanted. The way that his dark ebony hair fell over his porcelain face, shadowing his sharp nose and sculpted lips.
On many occassions, I've thought about what it would be like to strike up a conversation with him. Would he be the maniac I'm always hearing about? Or would he be nice...? Sensitive?
Would his voice be low and gruff or soft and wispy?
Would he look at me once and I faint?
Lots of times, I've thought about just walking up to him, sitting down beside him, and striking up a conversation. It doesn't even have to be a conversation. It could just be me saying, "hey, I want to fuck your brains out" and him just nodding.
I just want to be near him.
But I know I can't. Because he just gives off an aura. A glow. Whatever it is, it's strong and it warns people. It's like a giant neon sign that says, "get the fuck away from me. Now."
A lot of people tell me that I should just go up and talk to him, like it's not a big deal. Oh, but it is. It's a very big deal. Because Charlie... he just... he can't be talked to. Here, let me set the scene...
It's a Friday. April 13th, actually. Charlie's sitting at his lunch table (the one with the population of him), thumbing through one of his magazines. I had noticed the magazines before. They always were knife 'zines.
But anyway, I'm getting off-subject...
Eli, Z, and Dre are were chatting animatedly at the table beside me. Two girls I'd never met were sitting there as well, one blatantly flirting with Dre. I could see Eli inwardly fuming and it made me grin.
"Hey, kid, whatcha doin'?"
I looked up to see Adolf, one of my best friends, staring down at me. His face broke out into a smile and I scooted over a seat so he could sit by Dre.
"Eh," I shrugged, "People-watching, as usual." I grinned, adjusting my thick-rimmed glasses. He nodded and asked me who exactly I was watching.
My eyes flicked back to Charlie, who as now fiddling with a piece of his ebony hair.
"Should've guessed," Adolf grinned, his fangs showing. After he got his braces off, he had his front teeth sanded down to make his incisors look longer. And, oh, did they.
Adolf picked at Dre's food, stealing a few fries and his yogurt. While Dre informed Adolf just what was in the yogurt he stole ("Dude, there's, like, cow hooves and shit in there."), my eyes were glued to Charlie again.
I noticed that he was people-watching as well. His sharp, inquisitive eyes looked disapprovingly at the blonde bimbo that dumped her tray.
He followed her back to her table with a glare.
But, lucky me, she walked right past my gaping, gawking, staring, utterly humiliating face.
And I caught Charlie's eye.
Blushing, I looked away. Adolf noticed my erratic movement (the jumping and the looking and the blushing) and smiled to me.
"Fuckin' shit, kid, just talk to him. Or at least try to look at him without shittin' your pants," Ad flipped his long bangs (his hair was down to his shoulder blades) out of his face, his beetle black eyes shining.
Mmm... I love when he cusses.
"Who's shittin' their pants?" Dre turned around, a grin on his lovely lips. Adolf ran a hand affectionately through his friend's purple hair.
"Nn, no one, honey," Ad cooed in a sickeningly adorable way. It kind of made me want to jump his bones... or hit him. I wasn't sure.
I turned away from the two to notice that Charlie was gone. Double-u tee eff?! Frantically, I looked around the cafetoruim for that familiar tuft of black hair, but to no avail.
"Lose your virginity or something?" Adolf had noticed my panic, obviously.
"Something like that," I answered, my shoulders slouching out of defeat.
The noise in the cafetorium reached its climax as the bell rang. Adolf took my books in his arms (a daily thing) and clapped me on the shoulder with his free hand, "Don't worry kid, you'll find it soon."
He winked and walked off, causing me to follow him into the sea of people.
--
"Man, ADHD is a bitch, huh?"
I looked up from the guitar I held in my lap, my eyebrow shooting into my bangs, "What's up, Jeff?"
"I tripped going up the stairs again," Jeff sat down beside me, crossing his legs and getting out his violin.
I ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair, "Don't worry about it, Jeffy. But, what exactly happened?"
Jeff sheepishly grinned," I was talking to Carmen and I sa Adolf and when I went to wave, I tripped 'cause Carmen stopped and I wasn't paying attention and I was still walking. I made her fall, too. The entire hallway bursted into laughter. I was so embarrassed."
My fingers plucked out a random melancholy melody and Jeff frowned. He ran his bow across his own stings and followed my lead.
The music Jeff and I made was beautiful. He was an expert at playing his violin. The soft, soprano tone was absolutely endearing.
I longed to match it. My fingers honed in on the notes, trying my best to match what was now his speed, his rhythm.
"Alright, kiddos, save some of that talent for class," Mr. Rosenberg chuckled. Jeff and I beamed up to him. He left us to tune our instruments and Jeff slipped into a sly mode and cast me a glance.
I caught him and said, "What." It blatantly wasn't a question.
"Have you finally gathered the courage to talk to him yet?"
I sighed heavily, "Of course not.
"Kevin, you need to stop being a creepy-ass stalker and just go up and talk to him. Jesus, it's not that difficult, "Jeff sighed this time. "Like, I stalked Adolf for forever. Carmen finally smacked me and told me that if I didn't talk to him, she'd rip off my 'cahonies' and feed them to me. It worked, and now Ad and I are, like, best friends," Jeff smiled, his eyes crinkling cutely.
I pulled out my sheet music and began playing the notes as the remainder of the students filed in and settled down.
"Fine," Jeff said in a playful tone, "don't listen to me. But you'll never know if he likes you back unless you talk to him."
My head shot up, but Jeff was busy getting out his own sheet music.
Whoa, since when have I liked Charlie?!
--
"It's written all over your face, kid," Adolf stated, walking outside with Jeff, Carmen, and myself. It was lunchtime and we headed to our spot in the courtyard.
"Seriously," Carmen spoke up, "You look at him like he's the only person on the face of the planet. It's kind of disgusting."
Now, don't go hating Carmen because she's a bit homophobic. It obviously doesn't mind it enough to stop hanging out with us. She just... she thinks that all the attention should be placed on her. Well, that and the fact that she thinks that homosexuality is a birth defect.
"See? I'm not the only one who thinks so," Jeff smiled to me as we came upon the tree we all sat under.
Our spot was always shady. It sat under a bit of awning, so that even if it was raining, we'd be dry. No one else was around, so we could be as loud and as perverse as possible. 'Cause, God knows, we were probably the rowdiest bunch at JFK High.
"So, anyway, I was talking to Stuart yesterday, and he said that Alexandra said that Christina was dating Brandon. But I know that he wouldn't touch that skank with a twenty-foot pole," Carmen gabbed to Jeff, who just happened to share her love for gossip ("news sharing," they called it).
Adolf turned to me, a small smile on his lip, "No matter what she thinks, I find it cute."
"Really?" I asked, taking a handful of the Goldfish crackers he offered. Ad's diet was pretty much Goldfish and Dr. Pepper.
He nodded, "Jeff did the same thing with me. Trust me, Kev, you'll be okay."
A warmth spread in me and I decided right then and there.
I would talk to Charlie tomorrow.
