If I had a boyfriend Sylvia
Yang
Hoover High: a school that consists of four posses. We have the goths, the jocks, the popular“ pretty” girls, and last but not least, the nerds. I didn’ t like wearing black and acting all emo so I didn’ t fit in with the goths, I had never been in a sports team all my years of high school, so I wouldn’ t be a part of the jocks, and I hadn’ t even considered being a part of the“ pretty” posse. Then what’ s left? Yes, I’ m a part of the nerd circle.
Already a senior in high school, it’ s sad to say that I have never had the chance to get to know a guy— except for Jimmy, my frog dissection lab partner, but that’ s another story. All I can remember from my past three years of high school is being treated like a typical nerd. People only coming to me for physics help, no formals, and definitely no makeup and no low cut shirts. Maybe that’ s why I relate to Kasey from the movie, The Ice Princess so much. Yes, my life is like a cliché movie— I’ m a nerd who never got close to a guy before and someone who is crazy about physics.
The morning bell rang, which indicated another day of school. I started off by getting out my textbooks and checking Deviant Art, when Mrs. Robinson made us look up at the board and announced that a new student will be joining us today. Obviously, no one cares what teachers say in high school so everyone went on with his or her social media. I, on the other hand, was actually curious as who this new student would be. I was determined to be a good example and show some school spirit. Suddenly, I heard dragging footsteps in the hallway and I saw an all-black goth guy with black nail polish, black hair like ebony, and black lipstick. How much more of a goth could he be? The new guy had a mysterious vibe, as he had a bowl haircut with overgrown bangs covering both eyes. He probably wore thick black eyeliner under those bangs as well. He was just so mysterious, that I just wanted to peel every layer and get to know him better like I would do to an onion. Nevertheless, I knew I would be too shy, and besides, I wouldn’ t be able to talk to a goth. Mrs. Robinson asked the new guy to take a seat right behind me. I looked down and pretended to study physics as he walked right past me.
Then Cecilia, the school’ s reigning queen, interrupted me by asking,“ Hey, I was wondering what the answer to question eight is. Oh, and the new guy is totally your type. Why don’ t you ask him to prom? Oh wait, I guess you don’ t own any clothes that girls wear.”
I replied,“ The answer to that is B, and no I’ m not going to ask him out to prom. FYI, the more makeup you paint on everyday, the more you look like a circus clown.”
Period two, three passed, and it was finally lunch. I didn’ t really enjoy eating lunch. I usually made my way to the library to study but I decided to take a bathroom break on the way. I always went to the bathroom at the end of the hallway because the other bathrooms were always swarmed with girls touching up their makeup. No one ever went to the bathroom at the end of the hallway because a kid committed suicide there last year. I pushed opened the squeaking door to the bathroom and there was a black figure eating lunch while listening to hardcore Linkin Park. I decided to ignore whoever that black figure was; I just didn’ t want to make any eye contact with anyone.
I went to the sink to wash my hands, and then I heard a voice whispering to me,“ Sorry, I don’ t like the guys bathroom. I hate the smell of deodorant. I hope I’ m not making you
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