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Nothing is as dangerous as an ignorant friend; a wise enemy is to be preferred
– Jean de La, “Fables”
I used to hate telling stories because I used to hate giving away free knowledge to people who wouldn’t even digest the information given to them, but now I want to tell stories especially this one. This story is about how one girl changed the perspective of how an ignorant perfect boy viewed the world, but in order to tell you this story, I have to start from when I entered sophomore year. That year I hung out with my friend Mark a lot, I wasn’t an ******* hole then. To be honest I actually believed in society. It was around November, it was in the middle of the school year. It was cold. I hate the cold. The morning sun teased us with its heat as we walked to school.
Three Weeks Before:
“What do we have the first period?” Mark said as he grabbed his right forearm and stretched it above his head.
“We don’t have the same classes together why do you even ask?” I exclaim as I roll my eyes.
Mark shakes his head and smirks. “You just don’t get it do you?”
“What” I replied puzzled.
“I know I don’t have classes with you. It’s about the bigger picture.” Mark explains as he wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“And what might that be?” I say as I sigh.
“Violet!” Mark yells with excitement.
“Who?” I replied with a confused look on my face. Mark continues to stare at me as if he was expecting me to say “oh I know her!”
Mark sighs and continues the conversation. “You have class with her almost every day of the week and you don’t even know her name.”
“Why should I care about someone I don’t converse with. Do you have business with her?” I exclaimed.
“No.” Mark says with a smile.
I stop walking and look at Mark dead in the eye and say. “Are you even friends with her?”
“No.” Mark replies as his smile gets bigger.
“You have no social connections to her, so why are you coming to my class?” I stated.
Mark’s smile at this point was so big that his cheeks were turning redder than what they were from the cold. Mark stares at me in the eye and puts his hand on my shoulder, still smiling. Doesn’t say a word. There’s a long pause in the air. Mark opens his mouth. “She’s hot.” I tilt my head in confusion.
“Of course you wouldn’t understand,” Mark says while rolling his eyes.
“What do you mean?” I ask in confusion.
We arrive at the front of Mock-up High. Mark facing the school then turns around and faces me, “I’ll show you.” Mark replies.
We walk through the front gate of the school. I follow Mark through the main hall where everyone lounges. The main hall is a quiet place and most of the time it’s occupied by the smartest people in the school supposedly, which is weird because I’m never there. The main hall consists of people sitting couches and comfortable chairs with tables in front of them, there are also the newest laptops out on every table for people to use at their disposable. Even though the main hall gives the best luxury for studying I feel like every time I walk through the main hall it’s always a weird discomforting feeling. Although everyone is doing their work, it feels like all the people that are working are watching you.
After walking through the main hall Mark usually walks through library where most of the girls in our school hangout, which I don’t really understand why, but Mark always says: “Sometimes it’s important to see what cards are available to you now, or the ones that you might want to invest in later.” I don’t really understand the metaphor myself but sometimes I just nod like if I understand what he’s talking about. We quietly sit down at a table in the library. Mark takes out a notebook and pretends to be writing in it.
“Pretend twelve is the direction you’re sitting in right now,” Mark says as he continues to pretend to write in his notebook.
“Pardon” I replied confused. Mark sighs but still pretends to look at his notebook.
Mark goes more in depth of what he was talking about “You’re are facing twelve o’clock and the girl that I was talking about -,”
Cutting Mark off mid-sentence, “Violate”
Mark sighs and continues to explain, “Yes and she’s six o’clock.”
“Oh so she should be directly behind m -” Mark grabs my arm to stop me from turning and doesn’t let me finish my sentence.
“Are you crazy! Do you want her to know we’re staring at her?” Mark whisper-shouts.
“Just slowly tilt your head to the point that you can see her.” I tilt my head slowly. To see a girl with beautiful long black hair and green eyes. Her skin is smooth and flawless. Her posture is straight and elegant, it makes her uniform seem as if it’s her normal everyday clothes. I turn back slowly towards Mark who is still pretending to write in his notebook.
“Did you see?” Mark asked.
“Yeah” I replied.
“So what did you think?” Mark questioned.
“She seems ok. I won’t lie to you she is very pretty but, what’s so special about her?” I replied.
Mark eyes widened. “What do you mean what’s so special about her? Look at her again, her appearance is enough.”
I shake my head “I still don’t see what so amazing about her.” I explained.
Mark looks at me in the eye and puts his left hand on my right shoulder and looks at me with a straight face. “Jared, it’s ok you can tell me anything. Are you g-”
I quickly cut him off mid-sentence. “NO!” my words echo in the library and everyone stares at me. I turn red. Mark closes the notebook he never wrote in and stands up. “Where are you going?” I ask.
“To class” Mark replies.
“But what about coming to my class?” I get up and ask confused.
“There’s no need, I already saw her.” Mark walks away and with his back turned towards me waves his hand, “See you later during lunch.” I nod. As Mark leaves I think to myself: why didn’t Mark ask out Violate in the first place. He’s a pretty good looking guy to begin with. Blonde hair, blue eyes, physically fit, and very nice. Mark is one of the very few people I respect. I’m pretty sure he has a chance against her.
The bell rings for the first period and I look at my seat to check if I’m going to leave anything behind and surprisingly enough Violate was still there reading her book. I made eye contact with her. We stare at each for a breath moment. I look away and start to gather my stuff, I hear footsteps behind me, I tents up. I don’t want to deal with people this early in the morning. I put on my bag.
“Excuse me, Jared” A voice from behind utters. I turn and come to notice that it is Violate.
“Yes?” I respond with my back towards her and my head turned over my shoulder. I’m surprised she knows my name.
“I just wanted you to know that your friend left his pencil behind, and you looked like you were about to leave.” She uttered. I don’t know why she would tell me such a pointless thing, Mark could get a new pen or pencil easily.
I nod my head and grab Mark’s pencil. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to give it to him,” I say as I put the pencil in my bag. I start walking to the cafe.
Before I could take another step she utters “Wait.” I turn my head over my shoulder.
“Hm?” I look at her confused.
“AP Calculus isn’t that way.” She pointed out.
“Huh.” I turn towards her confused.
“You have math next and that’s not towards the cafe.” she utters.
“Oh. Thanks for your concern but I don’t have to take math anymore because my understanding of it is at a college level. So I’m going to the cafe to relax and watch some youtube.” I explain. This is why I don’t like dealing with people in the morning, she’s asking too many questions.
“Oh, I’m sorry for bothering you.” she apologizes.
I turn back in the direction and start walking. “It’s ok, but I have to get going. See you later.” I concluded the conversation. I continue walking and realize how dumb I was for saying “I’ll see you later.” I have no interest in conversing with someone just because of their social status.