First time I saw him, he was playing keyboards for a band, at a dance I attended. He was so nice looking but he looked lost. His clothes were too big for him; so were his worn out shoes. Later I would learn that he had his older brothers’ hand me downs and that he stuffed newspaper in his shoes to keep them on. At the time, I felt bad for him. What unnerved me the most was that he was watching me as well. No one ever paid attention to me and that’s why I didn’t have a boyfriend. And here this really cute guy was looking at and smiling at me.
When they took a break, he came right up to me and introduced himself and I wanted to hide somewhere. My face was so hot from turning red and I could barely stammer out my name. Some of the girls I went to school with just stood there and stared, making me even more self conscious. They made it obvious they were not impressed with him. He should be talking to THEM, the beauty queens…the elite of the school and not to the likes of me, the lowly…the dogs of the school. But to ME he was indeed talking and in ME he was interested. To make things even more interesting, when they resumed playing, he dedicated a song to me and I almost fainted. I stood there burning while those girls just glared at me and whispered. I have to admit I loved every moment of it.
He stayed by me all night and then asked me to stick around while they packed up their equipment. He said he lived near my place and he’d like to walk me home. I was freaking out. Those girls were just like vultures, standing there, calling his name, doing there best to take him away from me. I was actually getting upset and I had no need to. He wasn’t mine to get upset about and I felt like an idiot. It bothered me anyway. But no matter what they did, he ignored them.
I helped to pack up the stuff and we carried his keyboard between us, to his Mom’s house. I was way too shy to go in so I waited on the sidewalk. He then walked me home. I though I would piss my pants when he took my hand. I could not believe it. He’s was walking me home, holding my hand and talking to me. Oh and we stopped at Chatelains and he bought a Pepsi and we shared it with two straws. He said goodnight on my doorstep; he wasn’t ready to meet my Mom and I wasn’t ready to introduce him. That night, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t believe he was real and that maybe he liked me.
On Monday, those girls had spread nasty stories all over school and I had a hard time of it. Telling every one he’d played a great joke on me, pretending to like me and then going home with them instead. Since he didn’t call me like he’d said, I began to think the stories were true. The humiliation stung so much more since the whole school knew…
I ran to my locker and there he was. Just waiting for me… Those girls swarmed him. They were just infuriated when he told them he had a girlfriend already, so they should really back off. He put his arm around my shoulder and said “Ready girlfriend?”
His girlfriend? Me?
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Tags: beauty queens, hand me downs, self conscious, worn out shoes