Oh God. I didn’t did I? I did didn’t I. Oh fuck. I’ll have to apologise before the days out or I’m fucked for life. Barging through this tiny corridor while trying to avoid the masses of brown and cream. Rambling everywhere. You pick up the occasional word from many different conversations, until you get the sentence “Great film, small penis, huge rack, chemistry homework.” That between the clashing of locker doors being slammed shut. It’s the end of the day. The first class was PE. Dry, stale sweat invades and mixes with Lynx and hair gel. Smells like a terminally ill sauna. Or a concentration camp for boy bands.

There she is. Standing at her locker, going through her books. Brightly coloured and standing tall to attention, as most things tended to do when they caught sight of her divine figure. It sounds quiet. The background noise is still their, but is as incoherent as it is insignificant. She has her back to me. The only girl I ever met who could look desirable in those poorly coloured and constructed clothing. There is no moisture in my mouth at all, it’s Sahara dry. The smell, the smell remains. Now there is the slight addition of a subtle perfume, which complements her. I touch her arm with the back of my hand to gain her attention. She turns and sees me. I can’t breathe. Great, now I’m going to pass out and crush her.

 She is beautiful. Her brown silk hair flops over her forehead, her skin is a delicate white and her eyes. Her eyes are the shade of the lake in the park on a summers day. They warm up my soul. Somewhere I remembered to breathe. Brilliant.

She’s embarrassed. Or traumatised. Oh fuck. Wait. Her lips, so sweet, are upturned in the corners. She’s smiling. Is she kinky? Nope. Just embarrassed. I don’t know how I know that. Maybe she’s telepathic. She’s not looking directly at me. Her head is tilted to face the floor, yet she is still gazing into my heart. People are pushing me in the back but I can’t let them have any leeway. I must apologise or she’ll think I’m a random groper. That’s got to be a turn off. Everything and everyone is quiet, the worst of all is that she won’t answer me. “ I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention. I know it’s a shit excuse. But, honestly, I would never do anything to hurt or upset you.” She nods. It is the single most wonderful feeling I’ve had in my life. She accepts my apology for trying to get her attention and being pushed into her in a compromising position. I can’t taste anymore. My mouth is dry still. The smell is lingering, but all my focus is on beauty personified. I listen to her breathing. Tell her. Tell her. She’s still not looking up. It’ll have to wait. “Bye”. That’s all I hear. Bye Crocker. Bye heart.