Perhaps, Maybe I'm Just Crazy (Chapter 1)

HE. is. delicious.1

Not like food-delicious. I'm not a cannibal nor will I ever dream of becoming one. I don't find humans literally tasty-not that I've tasted one before. And, just so you know, I'm a vegetarian. 2

Oh. Um. 3

Well, anyway, HE is delicious. I knew that as soon as I saw HIM walk through the door of my first hour class. Biology. What more romantic class could HE have shared with me. 4

I know that might come to you as corny, but it's definitely not. Romantic as in lab partners. Even if there's the fact that there is probably a negative two percent chance me and HIM will ever become lab partners.5

I mean, it was HIM after all. With his blond highlights. Deep gray eyes. Crooked..delicious smile. Not that he's ever given one to me. 6

Because if he had, I would probably be recovering in a hospital bed from shock screaming, "MOTHER! I've lost my mind, but I'm just going to call it love!" And I would hope and pray that HE would be by my bedside...waiting patiently for his darling woman to recover...and then sweep her up in HIS arms and press HIS amazing lips against hers...7

"Cindy? Cindy Matthews?" 8

Oh. Crap. Someone could have said Mrs. J. was taking roll. 9

"Um, here," I said, sounding like an idiot. And to make it even more lovely a few kids snorted in the back.10

"Hey, Cindy," Someone whispered behind me. I twirled around so fast I felt like I sprained my neck. Then I saw who was behind me.11

Oh, God. 12

"It's me, Randy. Remember from 6th grade?"13

Actually I did remember him. He was the skinny little kid who kept following me around school talking about random crap about warlords or something like that. I had no idea what that was, so don't even ask. I basically ignore him in a polite way but I guess he took it differently. Who knows what goes on inside that giant head of his..14

"Uh.. sure?" I whispered. Randy was exactly the same. Except zits covered every inch of his face. Lovely. One of them looked like it was moving. 15

Wait... It was moving. Because it was not a zit. It was some sort of bug or something. 16

"There's a..um...on your face right there..like.." I tried to say.17

"Oh, yeah," Randy turned red "my mother says I get it from my dad's side of the family. It's hereditary..." He was obviously referring to his innumerable zits.18

"No, you don't understand. It's..huge," Oops that wasn't worded right.19

"I-I...." His eyes got wet a little. I really didn't like where this was going.20

"No, no, no...It's a bug! Its, like, moving around!" Don't cry don't cry don't cry...please oh God don't you dare cry.21

"It's not..my fault.." and a dreadful tear crawled out of his left eye. Crap. I didn't know what the heck to do. All I knew was Randy had cried over a stupid misunderstanding. And the whole class was quiet. Painfully quiet. I didn't know what they were thinking about this. 22

Maybe they assume i insulted his mother or poked Randy's eye by accident or something. But how can I explain to them what really happened? Just stand up and say "Hey, guys. This was all a misunderstanding. There was a bug on his face and I pointed it out. No biggie." Of course that's not how life works which sucks. 23

I didn't want to look around. Before I could do anything, however, Randy grabbed some orange slips out of his bag and threw one on the teacher's desk. Hall passes. Then he was out the door gurgling something about allergies. Nice cover.24

But it was so fake.25

The first day of high school and I already made a dude cry. What a brilliant way to start off my rep.26