Oh, that’s right. Don’t act like you don’t notice. I saw that furtive glance in my direction as you bent down to grab your algebra book from your backpack. I know you’re not looking at anyone else at my table.
They’re all nerds. Pocket protectors and chess games abound over here and yes, I hang out with them, but I’m the alpha-male and they all know this. Much in the way you’re the queen bee over at your table, talking about boys and female problems and such.
Oh, what’s this? You dropped your pencil underneath your desk? Well, why don’t you bend down and get it then, nice and slow. Take your sweet time, baby.
You’ve retrieved it, such a resourceful girl. But I noticed no new visual conquest in the meantime, like on January 15, when you wore a bright green thong, or on December 5, when the highest part of your ass was exposed for a full three seconds. One may wonder whether these things occurred by accident, or whether you let them happen for my own viewing pleasure. I can only assume it is undoubtedly the latter.
Why can I assume this with such self-assurance? All the signs are there. Never mind the daily 10-minute conversations you have with that football player Dave Hutchinson. Lean and muscular he may be, but I detect the consistent fraudulent nature of your laughter while the two of you interact. It’s the same thing with your friends; how can you find them funny? They’re a nauseating bunch of brats, and I know you’re not like them. I refuse to believe it. Never mind the days, even weeks, when you don’t even acknowledge my presence here at Martin Van Buren Middle School. Or the times when you respond to my smiles with low-key frowns while you’re in the hallways with your big group of friends.
Why am I so sure? It’s too obvious; there was the time two weeks ago when we were paired together to do math problems. What a day that was, you remember it well I’m sure. Oh, but you want to hear the story again anyway don’t you? It was a good one, I’ll admit:
You were quiet at first, perhaps nervous like I was. Dear God, I believed my heart was going to leap right out of my chest! But I settled down and helped you do the work, asserting my natural male dominance in the subject matter. Your silent respect and gratitude was much appreciated.
Then we got to talking about how much that class sucked. Indeed, why did we have to be in there for 50 minutes every day? I agreed with you, it totally sucked and was lame. I believe that conversation was a big step in our relationship, I really do.
What’s this? You’re walking up to me? Holy fuck, I don’t know if I’m ready for this, Jesus Christ!
“Hey, did you do the homework from last night?” you ask, but I’m too excited to speak, so I just nod.
“Could I have it then? Me and my friends all need to copy it.”
I hand my notebook to her and she walks away.
Such a clever girl, so enticing when you play hard-to-get. I know now you are within my reach, it is just a matter of me committing the action. But I know we both love the art of anticipation. A couple more months and you’ll be mine.