“Jenna! Jenna, wait up!” You called out, jogging out of the English building towards a small group of giggling
girls, your face a little flush from the impromptu exercise. You’d been chasing them for about two full
minutes now, ever since class ended, but it seemed they had failed to notice you, up until now that is; one of
the three girls, Brittney, nudging her best friend Jenna and indicating towards you, the three of them all
then stopping and turning round.
“Phew, I’m glad I caught up with you,” you panted, a little out of breath as you finally caught up with them,
scalding yourself mentally for not getting more exercise and appearing more fit.
“Hey Simon, what’s up?” Jenna cheerily asked, the incredibly cute little smile on her face never ceasing to
amaze you.
Having been a freshman for a good 6 months now, you had witnessed your fair share of student hotties around
the college (even a few of the teachers fitting that bill) but none of them in your eyes could even held a
candle to Jenna Williams, your fellow classmates in English lit, everything about her sending you goo-goo. She
had the most amazingly pretty blue eyes, long golden blond hair, a large dazzling smile and body to make guys
drool. She dressed beautifully too, the smell of her perfume constantly captivated you, you found yourself
unable to take your eyes off her in class, loving the way she sat and laughed and talked...basically
everything about her was incredible, having yet to find a single fault. You'd honestly never been so enamored
with one girl before in your life and although it had taken a long time to work up the courage, to carefully
plan exactly what you were going to say, finally, finally you were going to take the plunge and ask her out.
At least, that was the theory.
“Oh, I...uh, I...” you suddenly stammered, your mind drawing a blank as Jenna patiently stood there waiting
for you to talk, her two friend’s standing behind, looking a tad impatient, “I, I was...was just wanting to
ask you something...”
“Okay then. Ask away,” she said with another smile, giving you an in.
“Shit, fuck, shit!” you shouted at yourself inside your head, not yet ready to take it, feeling beads of sweat
forming on your head as you found yourself once again caving under the pressure, your lack of self confidence
around girls, beautiful girls especially once again losing you the battle. “I just, uh, just wondering if I
could copy down the homework assignment from class today,” you finally squeaked, dropping your head in shame
as you said the first thing that came to mind, “I...I wasn’t paying attention at the end there...”
“I’ll say,” Jenna’s friend Brittney suddenly snorted from behind, having obviously been listening in,
“Professor Edwards didn’t give us any assignments today doofus! We’ve still got that essay on Chaucer to
finish.” So much for that brilliant deception you thought, as Jenna’s other friend Marie began to giggle,
further adding to your humiliation.
Jenna however just gave you a confused little look, arching an eyebrow and pushing a few locks of gorgeous
blond hair from her face as she reiterated what her friend had just said, “Uh yeah, she’s right, we didn’t get
any assignment today.”
“Stupid me, I must have totally zoned out or something back there,” you nervously laughed, trying to act all
blasé and cover up what a total idiot you must look in front of your dream girl, “Just ignore me. I don’t know
where my head is at this afternoon.”
Just at that exact moment however, you suddenly heard a loud cry, followed by the painful impact of a football
hitting you square in the chest, knocking the wind right out of you. “HEADS UP!” the voice had cried you
realized a little too late as you winced in pain, your knees buckling slightly as you wobbled from side to
side.
“Oh God, are you okay?” Jenna asked, trying to seem sound concerned but her voice stifling a giggle as she
placed one hand to her mouth, the other reaching out to you as you stumbled around, trying to remain on your
feet. This really wasn’t your day.
“Yuh...yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you wheezed, still trying to retain whatever dignity you had left, bending over
and propping yourself up on one knee, hoping to avoid anymore eye contact as you waited for your breath to
return.
“Sorry dude, but I did shout heads up,” a large, burly male student then said as he ran over to you, grabbing
the football from the floor and giving you a hard slap on the back, grinning to himself as he returned to his
game.
After a minute or two of standing there, eventually satisfied that you were okay and with her friend’s nudging
her on, Jenna then gave you a sympathetic little wave and toddled off with her friend’s, telling you that
she’d “see you in class I guess,” leaving you to wallow in your epic misfortune, and what had to be one of the
worst attempts at asking a girl out in history...ever!
“Well that went exactly as I'd hoped,” you sarcastically though, still staring down at the ground beneath your
feet, noticing suddenly something shiny half buried there in the dirt.