I couldn't believe my eyes. This beautiful angel just walked into my history class and sat in the row in front of me to the side (our desks were split in two and the two sides are facing each other). I could see her beautiful face looking around the classroom, confused. She was the new girl and, naturally, looked scared to death and didn't know what she was in for. I was more than happy to show this heavenly being the ropes of Jacob High School.
I leaned forward in my chair. "John, who is that?" "Stacie," he said. "Stacie Chidress. I have another class with her." "She's gorgeous," I said. She had long red hair, layered, and green eyes hidden behind long eyelashes. She was tiny, around 5'3", and had a feeble voice when she told the class her name. Stacie Childress.
When we started doing our class work, Mr. Jones asked for a volunteer to help the new girl catch up to what we were doing. I jumped at the chance. "I can do it, Mr. Jones," I said, raising my hand. "Okay, Robert. Make her feel at home." That I did.
"Stacie, right?" I asked, like I didn't know. "Yeah, what's your name?" "Robert Stevenson. Goofy, I know. Before we get to work, I want to get to know you better. Where are you from?" "I transferred from Longfield High School in the northern part of the state when we moved. I grew up there, but as I do miss my friends, I am looking forward to a new beginning here."
"Why? Like, what things are you looking forward to?"
"Oh, I don't know, really. Mainly friends. I like it here."
So that was how we met. After a few minutes of actual work, I found out she was almost where we were in history. So I stopped, and tried to get to know her even better. I found out she had a brother and a sister, she wants to be a doctor when she grows up, and she played in a rock band.
When Mr. Jones announced that we needed to get back to our original seats, I turned to Stacie and said, "I know we don't know each other very well, but if you need anything—any questions about people, the school, or your schedule—I'm here." "Thanks, Robert. Can I have you phone number in case I have any at home?" I gave her my cell phone number.
That night she called me with a question about class. We ended up talking for three hours, about everything—school, politics, our lives.
"Robert, do you remember earlier when you asked me what all I was looking forward to?" "Yeah." "Well, I left off one thing. I do want a guy to like me, too. I went through a very awkward middle age where I had these big, ugly braces and I didn't wear make-up and was awkward in my own body, really. Because of this, all the guys didn't find me attractive and looked at me like they're little sister. So a guy to like me would mean a lot." She paused. "I can't believe I told you that. I'm kind of embarrassed." "Don't be," I said with a slight smile. "If it means anything, I can almost guarantee you'll turn heads because you are very pretty. You should have no trouble getting a guy." "Thanks. That means a lot, Robert."
We finally got off, but only because she had to go to bed. But I just lay there, trying to go to sleep, but all I could think about was her. What she said, how she acted, how she looked. After one day, I was almost hooked on this girl.