Alright here it is, part 2 of the what will seem to be a rather long series. There is a lot to say about this last relationship and it will lead to a lot of what I am going to talk about in my future posts, which will start to get more and more realistic and cynical. If you haven’t read part 1, do it so now, right here.
Two days later class commenced, right on schedule just as the class prior did, and once again the seemingly nonchalant, calm student walked in late, with a smoothie and granola bar in his left hand. He proceeded to sit next to his good friend, in the one open seat that was available. To get to that seat he had to swiftly move to the complete opposite end of the room, crossing right in front of the dumbstruck professor, and the entire class. Most would have thought this embarrassment would have resulted in some change of behavior, or maybe a feeling of wanting to be invisible. Neither were present as he, tore open his granola bar, crumpling the paper as the professor continued his lecture. Occasionally, he would get quick glances from the other students, some in disgust, others with confusion, and some to just cut their endless stare at the board. The one, ever beautiful girl with her rich, red converse never bothered to look over though, much to his disappointment.
As the hour passed, nothing else seemed to change. A couple gulps later, the granola bar was washed down, and the smoothie dripped the last of the fruity juice, as he licked the cap clean. Again, the students got up at the end of class and went about, slowly walking on to the rest of their days. The deep, sweet honey brown eyes of the girl never once meeting the friendly green eyes of the class clown.
This process repeated, time and time again, with the only change being the flavor of the smoothie or the snack being munched on, whether it was beef jerky, a granola bar, corn nuts, or chex mix. Never once did, the two share a word, no matter how small or simple.
They each had their own lives to attend to, his was track and school, always practicing and doing homework, and the occasional party on the weekends. Hers was trying to graduate early, and enjoy the fun times she had partying with friends.
Few thoughts of one another ever passed through their heads, and they seemed as distant as any two individuals could be. They didn’t even know each others names, or anything about one another. Even though he felt a strong, unknown attraction to her, he didn’t think much of it, thinking that it was merely physical. Without knowing he continued to live the single life, few guy friends, and what seemed to be a host of girl friends. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, hadn’t been since the new year began. He had a bit of a meaningful fling at the end of the year prior, and they had continued it over the summer, but he did not make the effort to continue it once school started again.
At this point he wasn’t even really sure whether he could feel any emotional attachment to another person. It didn’t matter, he went out, met plenty more girls, cute, interesting, and fun, but no one truly special. A few weeks in, he attended a party with a girl that caught his eye, even though he was already waiting, and planning to spend the night with a different girl. This girl had long black hair, and brown eyes. They spent the night dancing, and enjoying themselves, and ended up with a couple other friends, talking late into the early morning. They spent the night together, and the next day was awkward, but they got through it and started to hang out.
Eventually, these two started to date, and seemed inseparable. They shared many interests, and had much to talk about. He was happy, she was happy. However, each time he would attend class there would be something pulling on his heart strings. Every time he looked at the petite, beautiful girl with the honey brown eyes, and cute button nose he felt a yearning, because it was not her that he was with.
Weeks in, they had still yet to speak, and maybe exchanged a glance once or twice only for a fraction of a second. There was no real reason he should feel this way about another person, having never spoken a single word, but it was palpable.