Bad Luck Dan?

I don’t understand why you just can’t be honest to girls when it comes to liking them. Take Joe over there sitting behind Jessica Norton, fancies her rotten, so what does he do? He continually punches her on the arm, jacks her pencil case or draws her obscene pictures. Why can’t he just tell her?
Is it because we’re in Year 7? I really like Samantha Jones; she sits in front of me. We’ve been in the same form and a lot of the same classes for 5 weeks now and I don’t think I’ve spoken a proper word to her.

So I had decided to speak to Samantha in PSHE on Monday morning. I had made up my mind over the weekend; the thing is I kept thinking about her. I couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything. My two mates, Ed and Barney didn’t know a thing about it; we just didn’t talk about things like that. We talked about football, and the latest PS3 games or films. If we talked about girls at all it was usually being disgusting about them or making fun of the girls in our form. I had even joined in the laughter when Ed had said to me and Barney that Samantha Jones didn’t like boys but preferred girls, I felt like such a traitor. Anyway, I had made up my mind to speak to her.

It was Monday during PSHE we were doing some boring written work in our journal about `Thinking Hats`. We were always doing `Thinking Hats`, it always seemed so flipping pointless!
“Sam?” She turned around; she really is well, just pretty. Long blondish, brown hair, really green eyes and…
“Yes?”
“Em… this is boring isn’t it.” I blushed red as a bleeding beetroot. She smiled in a way that made me feel weak.
“Perhaps you should blow your nose.” She turned round and carried on working.

I brushed my sleeve across my nose and there was a bogey left there. I died right there and then. Embarrassment is not strong enough to describe what I was feeling.
Samantha turned around again with a tissue in her hand. We both stared at the bogey on my sleeve.
She screwed up her nose in disgust.
“I can see you’ve dealt with it already! She turned back round again.
I suppose death would have been easier than what I felt then.
During the next few lessons I just sank into myself.

The next time I encountered Sam was even worse, yes, I mean even worse.

In the DT block there is a small lift, as the building is four stories high. That afternoon I was on my way to the top floor to go to our DT lesson and stepped into the lift.
It was empty, but as the doors closed I realised that someone had left something in there. A really gut wrenching, disgusting smell.

As the lift began to go up, I prayed with all my heart and soul that no one would get on at the next floor.

The doors opened and Samantha stepped in.
For the first second there was silence. We were ignoring each other, both facing the same way. With the second second she turned to face me, those beautiful green eyes, that lovely mouth saying the words-
“You truly are disgusting” The doors opened, she stepped out, I slumped to the floor.
I actually managed to walk into the lesson. Samantha, and her two friends Gemma and Sally, were giggling and laughing about something as I walked passed them to my allotted bench.
Mr Simpkiss began to outline what we were going to do, no one was really listening as he’s very boring and I began to reflect on life and bad luck.

What had I done so bad that I deserved to have such rotten luck? I had disgusted the girl I loved, alright, maybe love’s a strong word for a year 7 boy, but it felt like love.
I decided that trying to act different and actually speaking to a girl was just a waste of time. I might as well be as silly and moronic as all the other boys who tried to get a girl’s attention.

I strolled over to Samantha and stood in front of her, carefully watched by Gemma and Sally.
I picked up her pencil case and emptied it onto the floor. I pulled the bright red scrunchie out of her hair and threw it at Mr Simpkiss’s head, who luckily had his back to me.
“ Butterz, Booby!” I said in her face, so close I could smell her chewing gum. She stared, completely shocked.
Finally, I pinched her arm and turned to walk away.
“Dan…Dan “ I turned around, she smiled, “I like you too!”