I've always hid in the shadows. My name is Mindi, and I have had all sorts of people interested in me ever since I hit the age of sixteen. Most of them aren't interesting to me, though, as I am also a bit of an intellectual. The intelligent ones aren’t good looking and the ones that are attractive can't hold an entertaining conversation to save their life. Most think of me as the most beautiful geek, but what does such a title hold when they are still calling me a nerd? Besides, what can I get out of a relationship at my age?
One day, while in math class, I noticed a new student. He was quiet, and when the teacher called on him he always had the right answer. He had brown hair and green eyes, and was easy on my own. Everywhere I looked for him, though, I couldn't find him. I don't even know his name. I eventually found one of the boys who is in the same math class as us, and I asked him, a kid with short black hair and glasses,
“Fred? Did you see the new kid in our math class? Do you know his name?”
Fred seemed to have a look of confusion on his face.
“Uh, I don't know, Mindi. I haven't seen any new kids in that class all year.”
What? Am I going crazy or something?
“Oh.....thanks, Fred. Good luck at the finals. I wish I could be there...”
Fred is the captain of the math team. Yes, I know, he's a super dork but I really do wish I could be there to support him and the others. I'm just afraid I don't fit in anywhere.
“It's okay, Mindi. I wish you could be there, too. But I have to go! See ya!”
It's funny how everyone thinks I am so pretty yet the nerds don't even have time for me. How strange it is to be me, a troubled teenage girl. I didn't give up my search for the mysterious boy from class, continuing to look even after the final school bell had rung. When I had given up, I put my books in my locker and went home, just a bit depressed. I went to bed early that night, and when I woke up in the morning I could only think about him. That mysterious boy from math class, who was as dreamy as he was intelligent. (You might say he is just like me.) After I had hugged my dad, I ran out the door, and I was soon at Chesapeake Central High School. When math class rolled around, I straightened the shorter-than-normal dress I was wearing for the occasion, and I looked around for the boy, and sure enough, I found him standing in the back of the room. I introduced myself in a cheerful tone,
“Hi, I'm Mindi. Are you new here?”
The boy took a deep breath, and unfolded his arms, revealing his athletic build. He told me,
“Yeah, I'm new here.....I don't know how long I'll be here, though....”
I smiled at him, trying to cheer him up.
“Oh? You don't like it here, uhhhhhh....”
“My name is Perry. I just can't be around here long, that is all.”
“Perry? That's a good name. Do you want to sit by me today? Maybe I could make you want to stay at our school longer. It's really not that bad here....despite what you think.”
Perry laughed, and straightened his black leather coat. He told me, before class started,
“Yeah, I'll sit by you...but don't be afraid if I disappear. It's nothing against you, Mindi. I think you are alright.”
We sat down, and I paid close attention to what our instructor was saying. Mister Erickson asked some of the most difficult questions I have ever heard when it came to math, and yet Perry knew the answers to all of them. After class, Perry told me,
“I got to talk to the teacher. Don't wait up for me, Mindi. We'll catch up some other time. You're okay, and I like girls like you.”
He likes girls like me? We've only said but a few things to each other! I don't know if this is too good to be true or something creepy. Either way, I still felt a weird sort of attraction to Perry. It was like he was the bad boy I couldn't get enough of. I wish I could see him outside of math class. It's really odd. It makes me think that he is trying to avoid me elsewhere. I didn't fully understand it, but I'll take my chances at keep up with my timid pursuit of him. When I woke up in the morning, I realized it was Friday, and I prayed that Perry would ask me out today. If he doesn’t, I'm going to do the whole role reversal thing and ask out him. I crave him, and I only want to get to know him better. He's the only boy that I have ever had such an interest in.
When math class started, I noticed that Perry had just barely made it to class. His shirt was the same one he had worn yesterday, a black collared one. Come to think of it, I had seen him in the same black jeans since the first day I had noticed him. To make it even weirder, his clothes seemed unblemished, all of them perfectly clean. Does he wash his clothes each and every day? This is so odd. He leaned over towards me midway through class, and asked me,
“Hey, why don't you come over to my place after school? I'm sure my mother would love to meet you, finally. We've all been expecting you, Mindi.”
What? He can't be serious. Even still, I couldn't help but tell him,
“Sure. I would love nothing more than that. Can we go there right after school?”
“You bet, Mindi, you bet. After all, I'd hate to keep them all waiting.”