Elaine sat across from me in Biology. She had these long, tanned legs. Skinny, but they went a million miles. She wore these pink shoes. Flat shoes like my sister had.
She had a jean skirt on today. She scratched at the side of her thigh. It made her skirt shift just a bit. I squirmed in my seat.
She had a pencil in her mouth. She stared ahead at the teacher, but her eyes
kept roaming to the side. She took the
pencil out and tapped the top of her spiral notebook. She mouthed something to the girl sitting
across from her. I couldn’t tell what
she was saying, but I stared at her lips.
I bet they tasted like cherries.
They were shiny and looked wet.
She had long curly, blonde hair and huge brown eyes. In my thoughts, I pictured her kissing
me. In front of all of my friends. Claiming that she was mine.
She would run her fingers through my hair. Tell me she wanted me.
We would hold hands at the movies. She would throw her head back in laughter at
the funny parts. I would drive her
home. She would slide over close to me
in the car. She would tease me. Act like she was going to kiss me, but
would pull the door handle and whisper, “See you tomorrow, Nicholas.”
She would eat dinner with my family; buy me the perfect gift
at Christmas. I would open it and say,
“Thank you, baby. It’s what I’ve always
wanted.”
We would lay on the hood of my car, listening to music. She had the best singing voice (I bet). She would lean up and rest her head on my
shoulder, trailing her fingers across my chest.
She would wear that green dress to our graduation. The one that dipped low in the front. We would throw our caps in the air together,
smile for pictures that our parents snapped.
She would love me. I
was desperate to make her love me.
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