Biology- The Newest Installment in Fragments of Fiction
Here is the next installment of Fragments of Fiction:
The love that I had once known entered my life when I was still in school. Iâ€™d like to say that like so many great love stories I knew from the start that one day she would be mine, but that would be a lie. We started going to school together when we were in junior high, but neither one of us knew each other then. Different circles and different classes made certain that our paths never crossed each other.
She liked to tell me that she was certain that we had passed each other in the hall. She said that I looked familiar and she wondered if we had swung on the same swing set at the park or if our families had eaten at the same restaurant on the same nights. It was all possible, we did grow up a few miles apart.
Of course it might as well have been ten thousand miles because I really didnâ€™t know a thing about her. If I hadnâ€™t decided to take a biology class instead of life science I might not have ever met her, and even then it took a push from someone else to make it happen, namely the teacher.
Mr. Constantine liked the lab partners to be couples his term, not ours. He said that it made for less fooling around in class, that the boys were less likely to try and impress the girls by doing something stupid if they were paired with a girl. During our first lab she was all business. I canâ€™t remember anymore what it was. Again if this were some kind of movie Iâ€™d say that the reason for my memory loss was because I was too busy staring at her. But that is not the case.
I donâ€™t remember because I didnâ€™t much like the class and I spent as much time as I could day dreaming about other places. She didnâ€™t appreciate the lack of attention and made a point of telling me that she expected me to carry some of the load because she wouldnâ€™t accept my getting the same grade as her unless I did some work.
That was the day I learned that I was insouciant. Of course I didnâ€™t know what the word meant, but she was happy to tell me. I suppose that she knew what her feelings were for me long before I realized that I was interested in her. I was a goofy high school kid who couldnâ€™t decide whether I wanted to be tough and cool or just tough, or just cool. That is the beauty and the curse of high school, the chance to become someone or something.
If you asked me to tell you when it was that I noticed her I couldnâ€™t tell you that either, at least not specifically. However I do remember when I realized that I was attracted to her. She was wearing a skirt with boots, black boots and some kind of top. Her black hair was in some kind of feminine hair torture device and she smelled amazing. It was awesome and scary.
Scary because as I realized that I was attracted to her I got the normal teenage boy response and didnâ€™t know how to hide my attraction and excitement at being close to her. I must have turned red because she asked me if everything was ok and I really began to feel a little sick. I was sure that she could see that she had gotten a rise out of me. We were standing at our lab station and I did everything I could to try and hide behind the desk, not that it mattered. I felt naked and exposed. So I did what teenage boys do and tried to be cool as I launched a spitball at the guy at the station next to me.
I donâ€™t have to tell you that she didnâ€™t think that it was cool and that her disdain only made me feel worse. The boy that was on the receiving end of the spitball returned fire and I threw a book at him. It wasnâ€™t his fault, but raging hormones made me act like an idiot. It wasnâ€™t the last time that I acted the fool because she was close to me.
made it worse by grabbing my shoulder and trying to spin me around to get my attention. Since I was already in full blown idiot mode I threw him off of me and stormed out of the classroom. As a thank you the school gave me a two day vacation and detention. Constantine
And then just to rub salt in my wounds when I returned from my suspension she tried to switch lab partners, said that she couldnâ€™t work with someone who was so childish. I donâ€™t think that
ever forgot or forgave me for my part in embarrassing him in front of the class so he refused to move me. I think that he thought that she would be a bitch and punish me, or maybe not. Who knows, it really doesnâ€™t matter anymore, does it. Constantine
All I know is that I spent my suspension dreaming about her and fantasizing about asking her out. At last school had a purpose, there was a reason for me to attend. Now I just needed to figure out how to get her to go out with me. And that was something that had no clue how to make happen.
But I figured that a boy who was insouciant had to be of some interest to her, didnâ€™t I?
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