He was in my second English class. He always sat near the door, ready to escape when released. Our teacher use to pick on him. Poke at him, and laugh at his questions as though he was stupid. He wasn't stupid though. He was the only one in the class who bothered to turn in all the assignments, or bothered showing up for class. Even at the end when we were so sick of that teacher that we were showing no respect, Marco was listening while she talked.
I liked him for that. It made him different.
Marco had wide deep brown eyes. I always had a thing for brown eyes, and his were wide ovals. His skin was a milky coffee color, and his face was round. He shaved his hair shot, and wore clothing that was too big for him, like white and black patterned sacks that hung off him. But there was muscle under that baggy shirt and pants. He wasn't a skeleton like most of the guys I knew. 1
He was tall to, a head taller than I was, and I was tall for a girl. Tall, thin, muscular, and brown. I suppose that was a way to describe him. That's how people tended to describe him. He was funny to. Random but funny, silly almost. 2
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In case you have noticed I had a thing for Marco. A crush, I guess, though that sounds so High School like. But our interactions felt a lot like High School. He set me off guard the first time he talked to me. 4
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For some reason Marco had shown up early for class, and sat down in the middle of the room away from the door. I was always early for class, I don't know why. But I was there when he walked in, playing my Nitendo, and being plain bored. I was also having troubles with my bangs, they wouldn't stay up out of my eyes, or off my glasses. 6
When Marco walked in I was playing with my hair, holding my Nitendo lightly in my fingers in the same seat I always took. I didn't really notice him at first until he spoke. Oh what that accent could do to my spine.7
"What cha playin?" he asked.8
"Huh? Oh, Sudoku?" I said sitting back a little.9
Now you have to understand how shy I am before we continue. It took me three days and five prior meetings to open up to my recruiter, my cheeks burned when ever a male of my age looked my direction, and I stuttered and stumbled when I was forced to stand in front of people. Granted I wasn't as bad as most shy people, but my shyness had a funny way of spilling out of my mouth fast and mean and sarcastic.10
For some reason though, my brain resorted to the regular shyness thank the gods. No mean sarcasm for Marco.11
Anyways, I fell silent instantly after that, focusing all my attention on my stupid little game boy.12
"You know," Marco offered. "You can use that to chat with people online."13
"Really," I asked. "I didn't know that. Thanks, I'll look at it."14
And that was it. Wonderful first conversation huh?15
Well for the next month Marco and I play eyeball ping-pong, or at least I hoped that's what it was. I wasn't sure and I was always worried about reading to much into it. So I kept my mouth shut, and Marco never showed up early for class again. Of course any other time I spotted him he was hanging with his friends, and I was too nervous to even look at him. Life sucked for a month.16
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