I was never a popular guy. I left my old school with not many friends and started at a new one that was a quarter of the size as the last. It was a bit strange to go to such a smaller school, but it didn’t matter much to me at the time. I just wanted to get it over with. I was always a bit of a loner and shy as hell, so I was closed off quite a bit from everyone. There was one girl who was quite persistent in changing that. Jessica became friends with me fast for reasons unknown. Maybe it was a because I was the new guy, but she was different from anyone else I knew. She had a group of friends which she brought me into, but I never really seemed to fit in. Jessica wouldn’t give up though. She insisted that I come out with her friends bowling or going to see a movie. I always stuck close to her because she was the only one I felt comfortable with. We had great times and we would often talk on the phone.

Before I go on, I guess I should describe her a little bit. She had beautiful light blonde hair that went just passed her shoulders. She stood a little higher than five feet and had a small frame. I always thought she had a “cute” complex to her, but she was always very pretty in my mind. Maybe I was just biased because she was my friend. Her breasts were a good handful, I think about a B cup, but I could never tell exactly from looking. She had a great ass as well. I especially loved it when she would wear tight fitting jeans. She never acted slutty, but she had a confidence to her. She wasn’t one of those that would give it up to anyone. I had always wanted her, but felt I would never amount to anything worthy. I was content to stay her friend if that is what she wanted.

As for me, my name is Simon. I guess I was considered an “average Joe.” I stood just short of six feet with shaggy brown hair. I grew my mustache and beard out just a little bit that made me look attractive, though I had no idea why when I wasn’t trying to be appealing to the opposite sex. I wasn’t very muscular, but I was fairly skinny for my height. I always prided myself on my wit, being able to out think most people. I tended to be an analyzer, always looking at things before I went through with them to make sure I wouldn’t get screwed. My best feature, however, were my eyes. I had gotten quite a few compliments about them from girls then. I always took it as a kindness aspect. They were a shade of green, about the color of grass as its full potential. Even though I really never noticed it, a few girls would look just a little longer than normal at them. Unfortunately to them, I suffered from light sensitivity from my astigmatism, forcing me to wear sunglasses almost all the time while outside. Even some brightly lit rooms required me to wear them. I’m glad I didn’t have the problem at school though.

Anyway, this particular time came around late in the school year. Prom was coming up and I didn’t even bother to consider going. I couldn’t dance, so there was no point in making a fool of myself in front of people. No one else shared my idea of it though. All of the students were busy making preparations for the dance. It was two weeks to go and it seemed like most everyone had their dates for it. Jessica refused to tell me who she was going to go with, so I didn’t bother asking her anymore about it. Despite the fact that she was a grade below me, I had to share some classes with that grade because of transferring from another school. Jessica happened to be in one of those classes which happened to be Biology. Due to our assigned seats by last name, I was sat away from her. I usually watched her since she sat in front of me to my left. Today I could tell something was wrong with her, like she was nervous about something. I made a mental point to ask after class what was wrong

“Simon!” the teacher spoke from the front of the class.

“Yes ma’am,” I said quickly after snapping my attention to the teacher.

“Tell us what carbon dating is”

Quickly racking my brain from taking Biology the previous year at my old school, I answered, “It is when scientists determine the estimated length of time that a subject has been around on this planet by studying the decay rate of carbon inside. It’s typically used to date back about 60,000 years.” The teacher, obviously thinking that I wasn’t paying attention, raised her eyebrow in astonishment.

“Anything else you’d like to know about it?” I asked. This received a chuckle from some of the classmates.

“No, that will be all. Thank you,” she continued teaching the class. I noticed Jessica looking at me with a smile on her face. I gave a small smile and nodded my head in her direction and turned to the textbook following the lesson. Fifteen minutes later without any more incidents and the teacher assigning homework, the class ended. I gathered my things and walked to Jessica’s desk to walk with her to the locker before next class. Leaving the classroom, I could tell by her walking that she was nervous again.

“Jessica, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing Simon, I’m alright,” she replied.

“You’re a horrible liar, you know,” my traditional reply for when I knew she was lying.

“I’ve just got a lot of things on my mind with Prom and end of year exams coming up,“

“It’ll be alright. We’ve got another month and a half before exams and I am sure you’ll have fun with your date at Prom,” I replied back to her as we reached her locker. She got a little more nervous with the mention of Prom and I knew she wouldn’t tell me.

“We’ll see,” she said back to quietly.

“Alright, I gotta run to class. See ya after school.” I said as I left. I made it to my last class, Writing, just before the bell went off. Since I was a loner, I tend to have a lot of free time and I build alternate realities as a result of it. Writing class was a blessing for me in helping me put my ideas to paper and letting them grow. It was easier to keep track of them when you could actually look at the story.

Anyway, after a writing session and homework given for the weekend, class ended as well as the school day. Making it to my locker and dropping my books off that I didn’t need, I went to Jessica’s locker and found her there waiting on me. He walked together to the bus drop, where we would wait for her bus. I lived too far away for the bus and had to be picked up by my parents. She was nervous again as we sat down waiting.

“Jessica, are you going to tell me what is really wrong or do I have to annoy you until you break?” She looked down for a moment before looking into my eyes.