Recently, Martine has been constantly on your mind. Her smile, her laugh, her freckles, the way she doodles little monsters in the margins of her notebook when she is bored with class. You have never had a crush on anyone before, so suddenly not being able to think of anything but how cute Martine looked when she smiled was kind of a surprise.
She sits three seats in front of you in Algebra and two seats away to your left in World History. She has curly black hair that she keeps short and you think her eyes are either green or hazel. She is smart, funny and occasionally really weird. She usually hangs out with the anime club at lunch. She is a conscientious objector when it comes to Spirit Week and Assembly. She is very vocal in her dislike of both. You have over heard her complaining about Homecoming to her friends and occasionally teachers. Her younger sister is a cheerleader and her older brother is in track. She and her brother and sister have long and continuous arguments about television shows and movies whenever they have lunch together, and occasionally, after school.
You have never actually spoken to her, even though she has been an intermittent person on your radar since roughly forever. You were both in the same grade school, the same middle school and the same high school. The closest you have come to having a conversation with her was during gym when she accidentally hit you in the face with a dodge ball in sixth grade. (You said the f-word and she said “sorry!” and looked embarrassed as her team members gave her all kinds of grief.) Much of your information about her is from second and third hand sources and your own observation. (Said sources feel that you are being a creeper about this. You would tell them where they could put their opinions but then they would no longer be your sources.)
Today is the day you are going to ask her out. Or at least talk to her. The point here is to do something that involves actually saying something to her instead of being a creeper and watching her all of the time. If you can at least say hello to her, then this will be a total triumph.
You are counting the minutes until the bell rings. Despite the fact that you have been glancing at the clock every few seconds (and then at your watch for some reason, which is dumb), the bell makes you jump a little when it goes off. In what was probably the least smooth of all moves your books and binder end up on the floor and you have to go after them before some smart aleck decides to kick them across the floor or something. By the time you get your stuff, Martine has already gone out the door and vanished into the crowd of people heading for their lockers.
Your locker is closer than Martine’s locker, so you have to get rid of your books and binder before finding Martine. You move as fast as you can, but when you finally get to her locker, she is already gone. You stand there like an idiot for a couple seconds until someone pushed hard on your shoulder. You almost push back reflexively, but it is Martine and you kind of jump instead of push.
“Hi Dave!” she says, and you are stunned that she knows your name.
“Hi, Martine.” Your voice does this weird crackling squeak thing which is basically the most embarrassing sound you have ever heard. “I was, I mean–I thought you went home.”
Martine nudges you of the path of traffic and closer to her locker. She opens it, and starts rummaging after whatever she needed to take home for the day. “Nah, I went to the restroom first. So, Kerry says you wanted to ask me something!”
“K-kerry told you?” You feel a little freaked out right now. You wonder what else Kerry might have told Martine and your face heats up. “She said she wouldn’t–“
“And you believed her?” Martine said, and shoved her homework into her backpack. “She’s my sister, of course she’d tell me if someone was asking questions about me.” She zipped her pack up and put it on.
“She said she wouldn’t,” you repeat like a complete moron. Martine gives you a look that says she is trying really hard not to laugh at you. Then she is failing not to laugh at you, because she does this little snorting giggle. “Oh god,” you groan and she laughs at you some more. You kind of want to bang your head against the lockers right now. It could not get much more embarrassing than this.
“It’s okay Dave,” Martine says. “If it makes you feel better, I didn’t believe her at first when she told me.”
“No it doesn’t,” you say, then, “she told you I was being a creeper?” Okay, it can get more embarrassing that this.
Martine laughs at you. “She said you had a crush on me. Which I didn’t believe because I clobbered you with a ball back in sixth grade, didn’t I?”
“Um, yeah,” you say. “You did. It’s okay though. I mean, I wasn’t mad about it or anything.” There is no end to how dumb and awkward you can sound. It is probably a good thing that Martine does not seem to mind. At least, she is smiling at you.
“Do you think you were being a creeper?”
“I plead the fifth?” You ask. “I mean, I wasn’t spying on you. But I didn’t really know how to just walk up to you and start talking, so I asked Kerry for help. I’ve kind of been wanting to ask you out. Go to a movie or something.”
“Okay,” Martine says. “When?”
“This Friday?” You ask. “At six?”
“Sure!” Martin says.
Today is the best day ever.