This begins with a good old fashioned case of a crush. It was the year 2007. I had seventh period English class, which was the last class of the day. I was good at English, but I would not realize my passion until later. This class was badly behaved, and oddly enough, I liked it. I was looking for something juicy. Something to get my attention. Then I saw her.
It was the beginning of the year and my English class was going smoothly. Until one day I noticed that all of the band people in that class (which was quite a few) was getting a little clique-ish. My school was known for our band and it is like the life of the party in classes. There were predominantly male band members in my English class, until she came in. Her name was Nicole. At first, she did nothing for me. Not that she wasn't attractive. It was more like a... delayed reaction. She was always popular in the class with boys talking to her left and right. Not only that, she was also the band secretary. In addition to those two, I learned later that she (and her brother who was almost equally as attractive) was related to the band director. It all started when my English teacher made us sit in assigned seats. My seat was next to Nicole's.
"Hey, Chad." She said. I shyly waved back.
That day, she especially got attention. She was wearing a long yellow daffodil dress. I could hear the catcalls and whistles. Some were funny, some not so. Nicole was slenderer with long striking black hair when we first met, with no curves that will pop your eyes. However, that was not her best asset to me. That day in class, we were covering Lord of the Flies by watching the movie. We had to finish this worksheet by the end of class. I read the book. So, I had no trouble completing it. However, Nicole asked for answers of my worksheet during the movie. This is where I noticed her. Her light latte colored skin. Her pink juicy lips that I stared at more and more. I wanted to kiss them. She licked them unconsciously. My penis twitched in excitement. I wanted more, while simultaneously waiting for her to finish copying. I tried not to stare at her cute face by looking at the movie. She jerked me out my trance.
"Chad. Here." She handed me my worksheet, thanking me, leaving me one last time to look at her beauty.
I was speechless. I liked her. I wanted her. I wanted to be with her. The thing was I had no confidence at all. She did.
The end of the semester came. Nicole was now Sophomore Duchess after homecoming. After a long time of thinking, on the last day before Christmas vacation, I decided to write a love note to her. I did it before first period started that day. While listening to my iPod music, I just let all my emotions out in about half a page ending with:
"You have some sexy lips."
Little did I know that phrase would change my high school life forever.
At 2:20 pm promptly, I gave the note to Nicole and instructed her not to tell anybody about it. I left to go home after that.
The next day...
I walked into seventh period and sat down cautiously. Everything was normal.
"Ok, so far so good." I thought.
Then Nicole walked in, and socialized. Finally she said hi to me. I waved back.
"Shit." I said under my breath.
Then, another classmate of mine walked in. This is the first phrase he says:
"Where is he? Where is he? Ahahaha! He said sexy lips!"
"Oh my God. What'd I just do?" I said, face palming myself, embarrassed. I had just confessed my affection to this chick only to get ridiculed.
"How you doing, Nicole? Lick your lips for me." He said, milking the joke. At that point I got annoyed. She did it. "I'm going to get you some ChapStick for Christmas."
At that point forward, I decided to be positive. I decided to ride it out. I became infamous for that incident and she was my original muse for writing.
When the second semester started, my schedule changed. I was no longer in seventh period English. I missed her. But I didn't miss that class. That would be the only class we would have together. Now, as we got older, Nicole slowly but surely got curvier. I would soon find out she had a boyfriend. Nicole would have a new asset as we got closer to high school graduation, and dudes fawned over her yoga pants. Her jeans. The way she walked. One day at the end of the school year, we were in the auditorium trading pictures to sign. I signed hers with a lengthy message on the back of it. In the middle of it, she called my name:
"Chad! You writing a book over there?" She said, jokingly.
"Patience. Patience. It takes time for this." I retorted.
I had been thinking about her nonstop for two years. I wanted to be with her. I wrote about her. I thought she was one of the sexiest women I have ever seen. Was this it? I didn't say those three words to her. I poured those emotions out on the back of that picture where she looked so beautiful and I wrote it, and I think I meant it.
After high school, we would stay in town and go to college together. I think I saw her about three to four times after high school, including a time where I saw her with her new boyfriend, Don at a car wash by my house. Don and me have known each other since we were kids. However, the next time she was there, she was alone.
It was a weekend afternoon and I was walking home from the corner store when I see a car and a booty that looks familiar. I tilt my head.
"Nicole?"
