text: I thought as I gave the lock a spin to reset it. *12-click-8-click- slowly, slowly - 34-Clack. Nice, smooth as Mr. double-o-seven,* I thought smugly despite my botched first attempt. I pulled my locker door open, carelessly tossed my chemistry books into my locker and grabbed my P.E. bag. *Hell yeah*, I thought, *another chance to show Clarissa how cool I am.* I wasn't very strong or tall for guys my age, but I was agile. Many hours of class had been lost to me daydreaming about her seeing me pass through the opposing teams defensive with the masculine grace of a dancing tiger followed up by me scoring and her swooning. *sigh*. "... no of course not!" Her angelic voiced pierced the commotion of the crowded hallways as Clarissa walked in my direction. It was as if her voice were an arrow that had hit some hormonal bullseye at the base of my developing brain. I took a deep breath, pulled my hand threw my hair and prepared to give Clarissa *the look*. Exuding swagger in a nonchalant way, but still enticing enough to keep me on her mind. Looking at the tiny mirror tucked into the corner of my locker, I practiced my most ‘James Bond’-esque look I could muster. Too much eyebrow I noted as I angled my jaw to check if I had shaved well enough this morning. As Clarissa's clique approached, I was able to hear their conversation: "Mr. Matthews is such a creep, right? I swear he was staring at me this morning." said Rachel. *No way that even that pedo would see anything but bloated entitlement in your fat ass*, I thought. "Yeah, he definitely has a thing for us girls; our quiz scores are always higher than the boys." answered Melanie. “ Right as I turned around to cast my suave yet heartfelt spell on Clarissa, I felt my jacket get caught on the inside lock mechanism of my locker door. *Fuck. shit. fuck. damn*, I grumbled as I tugged my jacket. I didn't want to miss this god given moment. Finally, I found sweet release from those iron clutches and turned around. H All I saw was the back of her heavenly hair as her flowery smell wafted past. I could pick that exact scent in a field of all the worlds roses. Like her voice, her scent pressed a deep animalistic button in my brain. Unexpectedly, she looked back at me, smiled and said: "See you on then field!". *Holy shit*. My brain fritzed and my rationality evaporated as all I could muster was a feeble "Yeah thanks, you too". *Yeah thanks, you too? Was that really what I had just said. How, on God’s green earth could I have screwed that up?* I thought to myself in exasperation. It seemed as though all the blood in my brain had been redirected. I looked down and there was proof that it had.