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Dave didn’t know her name, but she was pretty. Really pretty. She had a big smile and wore glasses. Not that that was a problem. Glasses were hot.
And she had short black hair. Everyone knows that a girl with short hair like that is one confident motherfucker. And who doesn’t like confidence? (Hint: Nobody). Damn.
She spent a lot of time in the home ec room. Not that he’d followed her there or anything. He just noticed. Really.
"Dave," came John’s voice from beside him. "Are you even listening to me?"
No. He was thinking about the hot confident chick in the home ec room they’d just walked by.
"Yeah of course, you were talking about Nic Cage." he said. it was either that or con air. If it was ghost busters he was screwed.
"Uh well.. I wasn’t actually. But it was leading up to that."
Con air. Pretty close.
They sat down in the cafeteria and John pulled out his lunch, which was packed in a small plastic bag.
"Okay, crossing our fingers that I don’t have cake today…"
Dave smirked, waiting for the groan.
"Ughhhh, every day!"
There it was. Dave didn’t know what John had against cake, even if it was from a box. If his brother made him cake (or any food for that matter) at even half the rate that John’s dad baked cake, he’d be totally okay with that.
"How ‘bout we trade?" John suggested.
Dave didn’t know why he bothered to ask because they did it every day. But, at least John was being a polite gentleman. Or something like that.
As Dave spread out his lunch of mostly other kinds of junk food, she walked in with one of her friends, a blonde girl who always seemed to wear scarves.
Dave sucked in a breath. Nope, his heart totally did not just do that uncool skip a beat thing. That’s too cliché to even be ironic.
Wait, she just turned around.
Maybe she forgot something in her locker. Dave didn’t know where that was yet. He stood up, intending to follow her.
"Choose what you want dude, just leave me the apple juice," he said.
"Where are you going?" asked John, oblivious to the fact that Dave had what could only be called a crush.
"Bathroom," Dave replied simply, and tried to look sophisticated as he tried with all his might not to run after this girl.
Hot black haired chick turned down the west hallway and oh wow holy crap hers was like 3 from the end. Also this was the same hallway where his locker was.
He nonchalantly sauntered past her and went to his locker. Can’t make it look like he was following her after all.
He messed up on the combination about three times. Mostly because he was busy looking up at her over his sunglasses and through his bangs. She pulled something out of her locker and then walked away.
Dave went and checked out the locker number, just for reference.
403.
Okay. Noted. No..te.d.. ..no ..te..
Note.
He would leave a note (yes a love note who cares?? its totally ironic for a guy to leave a girl a love note… right??).
But not now, how long does a guy spend in the bathroom anyways?? John of all people would get very suspicous. And he didn’t know her name yet anyways.
Everyone knows that if you leave a love letter you have to be as mysterious and cheesy as possible while still knowing their name.