Chapter One:

Chapter One:

Nobody knew the beauty of his face, for his shiny, curly black hair always seemed to find a way to hide it. He was, of course, Italian, with glowing olive skin women would

kill for, a petite nose and breathtaking eyes that shone at the sight of a bag of cheap marijuana. He hid his scrawny figure, along with his trippy tattoo on his lower back with

baggy t-shirts every day. Who did he have to impress? Nobody. It was that simple. Just as simple as his morning routine was: wake up, smoke a Marlborough menthol light,

and skip half of math class to draw pictures of mushrooms on the stalls of the girl’s bathroom. Yes, he found ways to sneak into the ladies room instead of going to his math

class because he found it more interesting to watch girls walk in and primp their hair and touch up their makeup in front of a mirror. “Why do all of these tramps put so much

shit on their face?” he asked himself. It was a Wednesday afternoon, sitting in the stall of the girl’s restroom on the 2nd floor yet again. To lance hanzinelli, spray painting

neon colored mushrooms on the wall was much more entertaining than listening to Mr. Grubb, his math instructor, talk about geometrical equations. He did miss the sight of

Taylor Smordini’s brilliant backside, however. As he painted, he imagined her long, honey blonde hair drip over the back of her chair like a waterfall, all the way down to

her rear. My my, what a lovely sight it was! Lance wished in his heart that she would take notice to him, but he knew it was impossible. She was the sexiest girl in the tenth

grade, and he was the most invisible guy in the tenth grade. Invisible guys and sexy girls just don’t seem to cross paths very often. His unhappiness with the realization of

never getting to see Taylor naked in his bed made him slump on the toilet seat. He sighed. Another neon mushroom was finished. What next? Suddenly, the angel of the

sophomore class walked into the bathroom. Taylor Smordini click clacked toward the stall in her hot pink pumps, about to open the door to lance’s stall. Busted. Lance

nearly dropped his spray paint at the sight of her beautiful legs stationed in front of him. Lucky for him, there was a slit at the bottom of the door so he could see. What to

do? He had two options. Try to flush himself down the toilet and into the sewage system, or sit there on the toilet and let Taylor open the door. She wrapped on the door to

see if it was vacant. Or, option three: try to fit inside of the neon spray paint can. She began to open the door. Lance decided that right here right now, he would confess his

undying love. On a toilet seat. Surrounded by mushrooms. Very romantic. Taylor’s perfectly manicured hands pressed against the door, allowing it to open. She squealed.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!” lance frowned. He decided he would tell the truth. Forget the whole love confessing part. At least for now. “Well, I was bored,

so I decided to come in here and paint.” He thought that cleaning that whole painting line up would make him seem less criminal like. AND more appealing to the goddess

standing in front of him. Taylor folded her arms across her chest. A perfect C cup, by lance’s quick observation. “What’s your name again?” “lance.” Taylor looked around

at the stall and clicked her tongue. “What’s with all these mushrooms on the wall?” alas, artist lance finally had a chance to showcase his brilliant artwork. “Well,” he began.

He explained his mushrooms by pointing and describing. He took one deep breath at the end, hoping that Taylor had been impressed. “You are the weirdest person I have

EVER met,” she said, turning away in disgust. She walked over to the mirror to touch up her mascara. “You’re so pretty, why are you putting that gunk on?” lance asked

curiously, watching her. Taylor giggled. “Every girl uses it! But I never really thought I didn’t need it.” Lance smiled at her from his place on the toilet seat. “You don’t. Trust

me.” Taylor laughed again. “Don’t think that kissing my ass will make me change my mind about how weird you are.” Lance snapped his fingers. “Damn. Thought I had a

good chance.” He could see her brilliant smile gleaming from the mirror’s reflection. She was an angel. He was determined to get to the bottom of her heart. Lance broke

away from his thoughts to look at the time on his cell phone. 11:30. the bell was about to ring. “ I better get out of here before a swarm of girls come in here and find me, so

I guess I’ll see you later.” Taylor threw her bottle of mascara back in her Kathy van Zealand and nodded. “Right. You better do that.” As he stood up from the toilet seat,

she watched him attentively, wondering if she should say something more before he left. Her heart was lingering on what to say. She usually didn’t talk to boys like him, so

she was hesitant. Lance flashed her a goofy smile, and made his way out the door. And that was the end of that.