Elizabeth

A love story depicting the challenge that is commitment for a very selfish human being.

I had seen her around the school before. I might have even had a class with her in elementary when my family lived at the Bramlett's duplex just outside of Pleasanton. I never really had actually looked at her though. You know, like look into a person's eyes even if for but a brief moment. You can know just a little piece of that person's soul in that single moment. Some people have perfected obscuring it, some are adept at straight up lying about it; and there are a certain special rarities of a person that are proud of what they are so have no need to obscure it. They have not a stain on their soul that they feel the need to lie about. Mercy! She was one of those beautiful rarities.

I waited patiently, awkwardly, in the middle of the aisle between desks as Jason dug through his black Jansport backpack for the cd he had promised to burn for me weeks ago. It was my first cd that I would ever own so I had been bugging him relentlessly despite the lack of any real friendship. I always had an innate dislike for people. I mean, sure I talked and socialized with many different people, but only on that shallow bs and small-talk level. I only ever developed a friendship with one person. 

Most days were pretty brutal in high school for me, this one was no different. I sighed a soft sigh of impatience and cocked my head to the right a bit. A soft-featured, skinny girl sat studying for the Spanish test where my eyes had rested at. I just stared for a few seconds, exploring the features that were blessed upon her face. My "don't be a f*****g creeper" filter hadn't fully developed yet at that age. Probably part of the reason most people avoided my continued presence if they had a choice. I must have forgotten that I was still looking at the side of her face, because she must have felt me staring. She turned almost just as a courtesy so as not to be rude. Her mother did raise her with the utmost manners and courtesy. Now, there wasn't any fireworks, I didn't think to myself that this was the one, I didn't notice her short but thick eyelashes lining her eyelids, her strong and high cheeks did not capture my immediate fondness, nor did the shallow dimple below the edge of her lips. Though they certainly would eventually lend much to my ardor and my ruin. It wasn't love at first sight at all, merely a curt acknowledgement of my presence.