A new school year.
A new beginning.
I walked into Montreal High to be greeted by my best-friend Robyn. She had beautiful jet black hair that she kept dying a dull red for unknown reasons. She and I have been friends since I started at MH, we event went to our first concert together.
“James!” she exclaimed, James evidently wasn’t my real name, but it actually the nickname she had given me when we first met.
“Rob!” I said giving my friend a hug, “I missed you!”
“Me too!” she squeaked. Robyn grabbed my arm suddenly and led me to the school’s auditorium. She was excited to get to her seat at the lookout. That’s where Robyn’s older cousin, Hope, used to sit. It was the ideal place to check out the guys returning from summer break.
Robyn loved sitting there. We used to sit there with Hope and her friends, but since Hope graduated last year, that left Robyn with her thrown.
For the next three years, those seats would be ours, we had the front of the lookout.
“Robyn,” I said turning my head to look at her as we sat down. “Why do we have to sit here? It’s pointless!”
“Nah-ah-ah!” she smirked grabbing my face with her right hand, turning it so that I was looking at the crowd. I heard Robyn giggle then my eyes came into focus.
Suddenly, Robyn’s laughter didn’t exist. I didn’t exist. I felt nothing, not the prickle of the seat beneath me, not the pain of my new shoes.
All I saw was him.
He was sitting with his friends who smirked and laughed at the girls who passed them, gaping at their overly exposed legs and overbearing chests. Leo remained unmoved, indifferent to their bleached blond hair bouncing in the air, the clacks of freshly manicured fingers on books, the loud deafening laughs produced by jokes that probably weren’t funny.
Leo’s expression was unreadable, it was deadly sexy. His hair was cut very short, a buzz cut. With all his muscles rippling through his white shirt and that hair style, you’d think he was in the army. (He wasn’t I did a background check.)
He had an earring in his left ear and tattooed around the other were the words “Just Listen” in a black cursive writing.
I had seen him at the pool this summer, I could almost see his body wet with the chlorinated pool water shimmering in the sunlight. His abs glistened making my heart skip a beat.
I remember he had been eating ice cream. It was so hot out that some of it dripped onto his chest. I remember having to fight off the urge to go there and lick it off his chest.
I could him imagine him sitting there helplessly with ice cream on his chest.
“Jamie!” he would say, “Jamie…” and with the wind blowing elegantly through my hair, I would jog over to him, bend over and-
My head snapped back. My eyes readjusted to the room. I was in the auditorium and Robyn’s hand was on my shoulder.
“Jamie, hon,” she said, “You’re drooling.”
I quickly wiped my mouth and turned away to hid my red face. (It had become red from embarrassment)
Robyn laughed, I could hear her. Heck, EVERYONE heard her. I could hear people asking her: What was so funny?” Luckily, she just shook her head and laughed some more.
Mr. Riverto came up to the podium on the stage and began his “beginning of the year” speech.
“Welcome to Montreal High and to those of you returning welcome back. This year…”
I began staring at Leo again.
Wait, what was he doing? He was getting up. Where was he going?
I turned to Robyn who had already gotten to her feet.
“Come,” she mouthed to me. I got up and quickly followed her to the back door of the auditorium. She opened it. Shock hit me. How come we haven’t been caught? My expression must have given me away because then Robyn smiled and said: “Blind Spot”
She led me through a hall I had never been through before. It was as if I were in a completely different building, though I knew it was impossible.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Shut up,” she whispered angrily, “It’s a surprise. Don’t worry.”
I nodded and kept my mouth shut, so that she wouldn’t hit me, because of it came to that, she would.
After about a minute or two more, we stopped in front of a door with no identification of what it was. Robyn put her fist to the door, smiled at me and knocked three times.
Toc! Toc! Toc!
It opened, inside sat about two dozen figures.
“That makes all of us then,” said a voice. A girl stood up as we sat down. “If you are here today, it means that you have chosen or elected to be part of MH’s elite, and as it is the first week of school, we have to have a FirstWeekBash.” Another person then stood up.
“I know its dark in here but I’m John Keith, host of the last two FirstWeekBash parties. Unfortunately, because of last year’s incident with the neighbor’s pool, I can’t have the party at my house.”
“Meaning,” the girls voice began once again, “that we need a new location for the party.”
Everyone was silent. What was I doing here? What were we doing here? I looked over to where Robyn should have been, well to where she was, I just couldn’t see her, but suddenly I hear her voice.
“Jamie’s parents are leaving for two weeks Thursday night, we could have the party there.”
OH MY GOD!
I thought she was my friend! How could she do this to me!
“Then it’s settled,” John said, “the party will be at Jamie’s place on Friday.” Cheers erupted. Everyone was happy.
The girl next to John looked at her watch.
“We should get going Mr. Riverto’s speech should be ending in about five minutes.”
Robyn took my arm and led me outside through the door and into the hallway.
“Robyn,” I said no louder than her previous loud whisper, “How could you do this to me? Why would you ever even think that I would-”
“Jamie,” said a husky voice. I spun around and there stood the SEX GOD of Montreal High, Leo.
“Hi Leo,” my voice tuned up two octaves too high, then luckily went back to normal when I said: “What’s up?”
“I just wanted to say thanks for volunteering your place for the party,” Leo replied, “I can’t wait. He smiled, and then he and his friends walked away. I stood there frozen for a moment. A moment too long apparently because Robyn grabbed my arm and said: “You’re Welcome! Now let’s go!”
We walked down the hall back to the auditorium, just in time for Mr. Riverto’s last few words.
“…so I wish you all a year full of success and happiness.”
When everyone started clapping and leaving their seats and began to speak.
“Jamie you can’t tell anyone about the meeting. People can’t know about these meetings or else they’ll want in, so don’t tell.”
“Who am I going to tell?” I asked.
Robyn paused for a moment, “You’re right. Who are you going to tell?”
“What now?” I asked.
“Off to class.” Robyn smiled.
“But I don’t even have my class schedule,” I said.
“Really?” asked Robyn. “Because this piece of paper in my back pocket says that you and I both have History in room 304-1, English in 406-4, Math in 201-3, and then we have lunch and study hall and we finish with French in room 101-0.”
“I’m just amazing, that’s all.”
“How did you get us study hall right after lunch?”
“I’m telling you that I’m just that great!”
I looked at her for a moment. “I think you’re hiding something, something greater that all of this.”
“Mhum,” she said, “And what makes you say that?”
“You’re drumming Under the Sea on your leg.” I told her. It had always been Robyn’s fetish. When she was hiding something she’d drum a Disney song on her leg, on a desk or anything she get her hands on (that included people, her brother hated it when she’d do that on his head.)
“You know me so well,” she cooed.
“I know,” I smiled with self-satisfaction, then waited for her to tell me.
“Since you obviously know me so well, you then know that I won’t be giving away my secret.” She smirked. Robyn loved mystery, she liked it in movies, books, guys, heck Robyn liked a bit of mystery with he breakfast.
Me on the other hand like simplicity. Plain and simple. If everything were plain and simple, life would be bliss. Like in the jungle, the panther attacks when he is hungry. He doesn’t have to walk to the store, pay the cashier, go home, cook whatever he bought and then sit down to eat it. I’m not saying that I’d rather go eat my meat raw, ripping it with my hands, but its simple. If we could be like that, life would be better.
“Fine,” I sighed.
We both began walking towards room 304-1. As we walked Robyn began telling me stories of her adventures this summer, on what I like to call, The Dark Side which she likes to call Her life.
She spoke of a boy named Darren and she saw him exactly three times this summer and almost had SEX with him. I almost died! How can she almost do that?
“Robyn! How can you even think of doing that? What about waiting for marriage?” I said.
“James, you don’t understand, I think I’m in love with him!”
“So? What happened if you had had sex with him and now he was gone? You’d be heart broken now.”
She sighed. “I know, but still…” I let the conversation drop seeing that it upset her.
The bell ran. We were already late and it was our first day. I jumped slightly and got ready to pounce but Robyn pulled me back.
“Just relax,” she said, “Everything thing will be fine.”
We trotted along the hallway and as we were approaching 304-1’s shut door, she stopped me.
“Okay, I can’t wait any longer!” she said taking a deep breath. “Leo is in almost ALL our classes.” And before I had the time to react, Robyn knocked on the door.
“Roby how could you not-”
Mr. Cits opened the door. “Welcome ladies, nice of you to join us.”
There were two desks open. One was between Bret Williams and Dimitri Brown, which Robyn began walking towards. And the other was… I looked around… my heart stopped.
It was the one in front LEO!
Robyn sat down and smiled at me, as if she had planned all this, though I knew she couldn’t have. How could she have planned this? I sat down letting those thought disappear because unfortunately new thoughts began flooding my mind, thoughts of Leo.
My heart began beating faster and faster.
My cell phone was vibrating in my pocket. As Mr.Cits began talking and writing on the board. I pulled out my phone.
1 new message from Robyn
“Chill out! U r going to start sweatin’!”
Okay, I told myself, Deep breaths. Focus on history. Leo isn’t watching you. After a long while, I began listening to Mr. Cits words. I imagined that Leo wasn’t there. Sorry, let me rephrase that, Leo wasn’t there. He wasn’t there.
Mr. Cits was talking about World War II. About Hitler and Mussolini and what they did.
“Adolf was a genius, insane but a genius,” Mr. Cits said at some point during his lecture, which actually seemed like story time to me.
My hand began to cramp from all the note taking. I put down my pencil next to me and just listened.
My phone again. It scared me, making me knock my pencil off my desk and onto the floor. I paused for half a second. Then bent down to grab pencil, but it wasn’t there. I looked up to find (gulp) Leo holding it.
“You dropped this,” he said handing the pencil back to me.
“Thanks,” I managed to say.
“No problem” his voice monotone.
I then turned back to M.Cits’ lesson. I looked down at my phone.
1 new message from Robyn
“Bored :) Entertain me.”
I looked back at Robyn. She smiled and mouthed: “Good Job!”
She turned back to Bret Williams and began talking about I don’t know what. She winked at me and I turned back to face the board.
* * *
When the bell rang, I got up and a hand rested on my arm. Leo smiled at me
“What do you have next?” he asked.
“English,” I managed to say, “Room 406-4.”
“Same,” he smiled, “Wanna walk with me?”
“Sure,” I said a bit too quickly. I paused. “Oh but I have to find my locker first.”
“That’s fine,” he replied, “Let’s go.”
As Robyn passed us she handed me my schedule and continued walking with Bret on one arm and Dimitri on the other.
“Bye Jamie!” she sang as she left the room.