The New Girl

One Monday morning while deep in thought I found myself oblivious to my surroundings as I'm walking to my first class, my first day of school. I'm alone and don't know what to expect but can only hope that I make a gainful first impression and lasting impression until my niche is found amongst those of my peers. As I'm making my way to the bungalow doorsteps I stumble upon a girl with an impressional figure, bleach blonde hair, perky demeanor, but smug at first glance. I wonder what causes such response but ignore it all the same. "You new to this school"I say. "My first day and I don't have a timetable",she says. "This is grade 12 Math class, right? ". "I'm assuming it is if my memory serves me right"?,I stammer. "Do you have the time". "Yes, I do","10 to"I reply. "Want to walk with me to pick up my schedule", " That is, if you don't mind my being so nervous as I have no idea why I'm finding myself feeling so awkward"." Sure, I can be assigned my seat after when everyone arrives"."Don't be so worried about then, you're with me at the moment". " Come on, quick, what's your name"? "Paul, and yours"? " Jennifer, you can call me Jen if you want, though"! We wind up at the corner store near the school instead when I realize everyone passing us to begin their day, when Jen grabs for my hand. " I stumble backwards, not having a clue who this was I'd be seen with, and if other prospects would look elsewhere, where it was I was concerned. With a playful clue I waved her into the store while I waited outside. Quickly, she bought some goodies and we followed the other students to school and straight to the councillors office. "You two belong here "? he questioned authoritatively. "We are, and I'm here to pick up my schedule"! She grabbed her dayplanner and off we went. When we got to the cabin again, the door was still locked, so sitting down we went through the list. With no change in arrangements we made our way to the gymnasium with the assumption that there was where most of our fellow alumni would be gathered. It seemed the more I got to know her, her appearance change, the awkwardness, the advances, all quirks found their right place, and a transformation begun! In such little time. What was it about her? Or me! Now the silence between us was awkward. So, we listened as a speech was being told, passed teacher alliances, old post-secondary stories to humour the crowd, the hard work put into acheiving good grades, mantra after mantra, a possible new school mascot and motto , and the titles of all the school officials with some added trivia told for their own enjoyment. But, what to do with the new girl... After the student body had left for their respective stations, Jennifer, the newfound tag-along, opted to walk me to my next study and boldly told me that she'd be waiting for me at lunchtime without looking back, just walked away! What a freak, I thought. I should of said something, but I didn't. Of all the times she has to take control at my most vulnerable moments. Not ever! Not again!! I didn't see her at lunch, thank God. Maybe she's held someone else captive. Throughout the rest of the day I felt free and perhaps lost in my studies. Life is back to normal and the mood is right on level. The rigours of lecture, the exchange of curious, of amiable glances, the occasional wisecrack. The last bell rings and I bolt out the doors! Where is she? Gone I hope. Oh wait... someone's beeping.their horn..in my direction...her dad...no!!! " I've made plans plans already, sorry", maybe another time" And away I go. I meet up with an old fling of mine and we take a stroll to her house with a few friends in tow. We have some drinks, order out, and take turns razzing and flirting with one another. Things were getting heated up. And no one knows what to expect as the intensity begins to unfold. As the burning desire sears inside I could feel Jen's eyes on me, viewing me through the other girls' eyes, each one taking turns. It was ridiculous.I could only try to regain focus. 'Stay put, you're imagining all of this. The anticipation. The deep breathing .A moment to unfold'. A hand grabs at me boldly grazing my backside, the other hand a cradle to the nape of my neck. Without hesitation, Emily, Jen's bubbly friend plants her lips on mine , followed by my exes mortified shriek. "Sorry" Emily says blankly, "I couldn't help myself". "But you certainly did " her other friend Crissy counters humouredly. - to be cont.