He had known his best friend since third grade but he folded me into his life so easily it was like I had been along for the ride. For once, I felt like one of the guys instead of like the new guy.
Things on the girl front were a bit more complicated. My rhythm gets thrown off and I throw the baseball too high. It hits the ceiling with a soft thud before ricocheting onto the floor. I lift my head off the bed and watch as it rolls toward the door. Sighing, I drop back down onto my pillow.
I wasn’t actively looking for a girlfriend. I’m never actively looking--girls find me. Usually my schedule is so packed with sports, music, and art, there is little time for girls. I mean, yeah, I had gone on the occasional date, attended some dances, and been in a few relationships. I even had my heart broken once or twice. I’m pretty sure I’m not completely clueless when it comes to girls. But I’m also pretty sure that assumption means I’m probably completely clueless.
Fallon Pierce, the mysterious girl who is harder to read than Anna Karenina . Unabridged. In Russian. At first glance, it would be easy to mistake her for a delicate beauty. But there is a fire blazing behind those pale green eyes. From what I could tell, Fallon mostly kept to herself in her own lonely bubble.
I close my eyes and I can see Fallon walking down her block. Her annoyance clear as day as she shoos me away. It must be some kind of record. One girl running away from you twice in a span of three hours. I’m not sure why I’m being such a glutton for punishment with this girl.
Life would be easier if I were attracted to someone like Mackenzie Brooks. A girl who knows what she wants and goes after it. I wasn’t going to be able to hold her off much longer. Mackenzie is the girl that all the guys talk about. Obviously she has all the things that attract boys--gorgeous face, hot body, etc. She is smart too but quick to dismiss it. But she also has a catty streak from here to the Great Lakes. Oh right, there is the little fact that she is actually into me.
I think about the note she passed me in Psychology in front of Fallon. The unspoken hostility between the two of them. I would not be going to that party. I am not interested in meeting the people Mackenzie would consider “the right people,” I want to meet real people.
It just doesn’t feel right with Mackenzie. There’s nothing there between us. No sparks. No connection. I hang out with Mackenzie when there isn’t anyone else to hang out with. She also makes it easy and on my terms. For now. But I’m sure once my status changes from boy friend to boyfriend, that will be another story.
Maybe girls weren’t that complicated and I was just making it harder on myself. I know where I stand with Mackenzie. I’m not into her and eventually I’m going to have to find a way to let her down gently. I know where I stand with Fallon. She also doesn’t know a thing about me. Then again, she also made it pretty clear she doesn’t care to.
Yet, I don’t want to give up on Fallon. Not yet. That drawing... there was definitely more than meets the eye with that girl. I hoist myself up and retrieve the baseball before resuming my position in bed. My past experience with relationships were fleeting, but we are setting down roots now.
I feel as restless as ever.
Fallon
The next morning, I take my usual place in the cafeteria and start laying out my things. Before I can put my headphones on, Ethan is setting his things down and pulling out the chair across from me. He is the picture of boyish charm as he sits down. Why does he have to be so handsome and impeccably dressed? Most of the boys at Everest look like they just rolled out of bed but he looks like he stepped out of the pages of a magazine.
His chestnut hair is mussed up like he’s just awoken, but it works on
Things on the girl front were a bit more complicated. My rhythm gets thrown off and I throw the baseball too high. It hits the ceiling with a soft thud before ricocheting onto the floor. I lift my head off the bed and watch as it rolls toward the door. Sighing, I drop back down onto my pillow.
I wasn’t actively looking for a girlfriend. I’m never actively looking--girls find me. Usually my schedule is so packed with sports, music, and art, there is little time for girls. I mean, yeah, I had gone on the occasional date, attended some dances, and been in a few relationships. I even had my heart broken once or twice. I’m pretty sure I’m not completely clueless when it comes to girls. But I’m also pretty sure that assumption means I’m probably completely clueless.
Fallon Pierce, the mysterious girl who is harder to read than Anna Karenina . Unabridged. In Russian. At first glance, it would be easy to mistake her for a delicate beauty. But there is a fire blazing behind those pale green eyes. From what I could tell, Fallon mostly kept to herself in her own lonely bubble.
I close my eyes and I can see Fallon walking down her block. Her annoyance clear as day as she shoos me away. It must be some kind of record. One girl running away from you twice in a span of three hours. I’m not sure why I’m being such a glutton for punishment with this girl.
Life would be easier if I were attracted to someone like Mackenzie Brooks. A girl who knows what she wants and goes after it. I wasn’t going to be able to hold her off much longer. Mackenzie is the girl that all the guys talk about. Obviously she has all the things that attract boys--gorgeous face, hot body, etc. She is smart too but quick to dismiss it. But she also has a catty streak from here to the Great Lakes. Oh right, there is the little fact that she is actually into me.
I think about the note she passed me in Psychology in front of Fallon. The unspoken hostility between the two of them. I would not be going to that party. I am not interested in meeting the people Mackenzie would consider “the right people,” I want to meet real people.
It just doesn’t feel right with Mackenzie. There’s nothing there between us. No sparks. No connection. I hang out with Mackenzie when there isn’t anyone else to hang out with. She also makes it easy and on my terms. For now. But I’m sure once my status changes from boy friend to boyfriend, that will be another story.
Maybe girls weren’t that complicated and I was just making it harder on myself. I know where I stand with Mackenzie. I’m not into her and eventually I’m going to have to find a way to let her down gently. I know where I stand with Fallon. She also doesn’t know a thing about me. Then again, she also made it pretty clear she doesn’t care to.
Yet, I don’t want to give up on Fallon. Not yet. That drawing... there was definitely more than meets the eye with that girl. I hoist myself up and retrieve the baseball before resuming my position in bed. My past experience with relationships were fleeting, but we are setting down roots now.
I feel as restless as ever.
Fallon
The next morning, I take my usual place in the cafeteria and start laying out my things. Before I can put my headphones on, Ethan is setting his things down and pulling out the chair across from me. He is the picture of boyish charm as he sits down. Why does he have to be so handsome and impeccably dressed? Most of the boys at Everest look like they just rolled out of bed but he looks like he stepped out of the pages of a magazine.
His chestnut hair is mussed up like he’s just awoken, but it works on
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