David Has A Crush

The thing about Minecraft, is that there is so much you can do so many things to destroy, so many things you can build, so many achievements you can achieve, that it pretty much takes over your life.

"What are you doing?" pops up on my laptop's screen.

"Why?" I type back.

"You're just beating up trees."

I am, because I am bored. But I am about to reply something witty or maybe even snide but I hear my mom announce from the kitchen, "David! Your friends are here!" I shut my computer hurriedly. George and Lenny (I'm serious, those are their names, like the characters from "Of Mice and Men"), will start hitting on my sister and I really don't want to see that.

I grab my back pack and I come down the hall and just as I thought, they are hitting on my sister who patiently ignores them as she eats her cereal.

"Okay guys. Let's go."

George backs off right away, but Lenny keeps whispering I don't know what to her, that I fling my backpack at him and hits him square on the face, "I told you to cut it out."

Lenny laughs, "Sorry, sorry, I can't help it, Brianna is hot."

I hit him again but even harder, "Let's go."

I park my car on my usual spot, which is a mile away from campus, because all the good spots are taken by the "Popular" kids. They are not really popular per-se, but they do act like they own the school. You see, there are cliques at my High school like all high schools in the US, the loud girls, the loud guys. The Gangsters, the Mexicans. The Jocks, the Blondes. But I think that the bigger clique, are the Drama kids. They always hang out under a tree, that used to be called the Emo tree, but the "Emos" started to be less and less and slowly it became the Drama tree. I don't belong to the Drama group, by the way, I am way too self-conscious for that. Neither am I part of the other cliques. George, Lenny and I are more like the invisible kids that nobody notices and nobody bothers. Which I quite enjoy since we don't need nor want to be noticed. At lunch, we sit along other friends who like me, are into computer games, so that's always interesting.

We walk towards our homeroom, AP English, as we discuss the nature of security at our school. Was it the girl who passed out at the girls' bathroom clearly intoxicated from the rum in her thermos, which also forbade us to carry thermoses to school? Or the guy who was caught smoking weed behind the bleachers during the pep rally? George insists that the reason the school now has security at the entrance is because we are so close to the border that they fear that illegal aliens will intrude the campus for one reason or another. Which could be, we have had three lockdowns since October started. But why would the school have security at the entrance of the school in the morning? It's not like armed illegals are going to pretend to be students of the school for a specific reason, I am sure they want to get started with their American dreams as soon as they cross the border, coming to school would be nothing but a waste of time.

As George starts getting defensive for Lenny rolled his eyes at him, I see Grecia sitting on the bench across the lawn. I know it's her because I see her long hair, that I find extremely attractive, and the necklace around her neck glimmers with the sun as she laughs freely. Plus, her friends are surrounding her like she is some kind of a god. Grecia (whose name means Greece in Spanish, something I find irresistible for some reason) is a girl my age, who I know since middle school. I don't know her, know her. By know, I mean seen around. I have had a single class with her. Back in seventh grade and it was PE (or gym class). I didn't get to speak to her because it was a class of thirty students and she had her group of friends that were always hogging her all the time, and because, well, I am a coward. That's when I got to "know" her more than just her looks. For example, she is nice. Nice as if someone got hit by the volleyball because he or she didn't get out of the way, she is the first to ask if he or she is alright. If you did something right, say, kick the kickball after the ten times missing it, she is the first to congratulate you like you are the game's hero. If you forgot a white shirt for class (since it is the uniform and if you were a girl, obviously) she has extras in her locker specifically for that purpose (not that I was there, I heard this part). In conclusion, I wish I had gotten hurt or really suck at something, like really bad, so I would have her talk to me. Other than Physical Ed. We've had zero classes together. Mainly because all my classes are AP classes. Not that she's stupid or anything, she is just not a freak like me, that's all I am trying to say.

Anyway, she is the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my whole seventeen years of my life. Her smile makes me forget how to breathe, her brown eyes are like fists to my stomach. I've never talked to her, like you might've of figured out already, but I have become so close. I have the walking towards her part right, but she is always surrounded by her bunch of friends that I get intimidated. I don't want to be laughed at when she rejects me. So, I walk up to her, and I just keep walking past her towards the library window, and pretend like I am searching for someone who might be in the library.

She doesn't even notice me. And that's one of the few problems I have on being invisible, not even girls seem to care for me. In case you are assuming that she is the ultimate popular girl who is way out of my league, she isn't. She is part of the musicians' group. The group who sits on the lawn against a wall as far away as possible in lunch. They always have jamming sessions, or whatever you call them, every day. I haven't seen her play any instruments but I am sure she is into Indy or folk music, she seems like that type. And yes, she is still way out of my league.

"Stop being so creepy dude. You are gonna freak her out, " Lenny says as he pushes me against George. They both know about my hopeless crush on Grecia, and they try to help me sometimes by raising their eyebrows two inches, nudging me with their elbows and making a hissing sound like they are telling me, Look who's walking by, making it so obvious that even her friends turn to see what the whole commotion is about. Grecia just keeps walking like she doesn't even notice, or she just doesn't care. Which is good for me, because she has no clue that I like her, and I want to keep it that way, until we graduate and go our separate ways.

"If she even sees you, " George adds. I do turn away, but I'm afraid the image of her will be in my head for the first three classes, until I see her again at lunch.

"Okay, so what? Are you guys coming to my party?" Bernard asks as he puts a sporkfull of mashed potatoes in his mouth. I have almost every class with Bernard, and I guess you can say he is my friend. But he isn't really, because he loves science and for some reason he tries to make jokes about certain traits of it. Which is good if you are into science, but it can get annoying when you don't care for the Periodic table.

"I don't know, dude. I have a date, " Lenny says and we all turn to him with our mouths wide open. Lenny is a douche, no girl would say yes to him because he has a "gift" I guess you can call it, of hearing a single sentence, whatever subject, and somehow make it in a sexual innuendo.

"Really, who?" George finally asks.

He smiles smugly, "Brianna."

"You are going out with Brianna? Brianna, as in David's sister?" Bernard says as if there were a thousand Briannas Lenny can choose from, hell, I didn't even know my sister was one of them.

"Yep, her. I asked her out this morning, when we were waiting for Mr. I-need-to-blow-dry-my-hair-every-morning."

"And she said yes?"

"She probably said yes so you could stop stalking her, " adds George. I knew I could count on him.

"Whatever it is, I got a date with her. Taking her to Olive Garden. You don't mind, right David?"

Now he remembers that I exist. "Of course I mind! What the hell!" I can't help myself from punching that smile off his face but I am not much of a puncher, mainly because I almost always miss, so instead I smack him on the back of his head, making him drop his fries.

"Relax! It's not like we'll have sex. . ."

I don't even want to hear the end of his sentence so I smack him again, even harder, hoping I can get that stupid idea of going out with my twin sister out of his head.

George chuckles and says, "You are lucky to even have a cheerleader barely noticing you."

"Guys, we should stop talking about David's hot sister, he is apparently uncomfortable."

"Shut up Bernard."

Right, I forgot to mention that Brianna is the ultimate popular chick. She is the leader or whatever, of the Varsity cheerleaders. Which isn't much, if you ask me, the cheer-leading sucks. But she is not a snobby bitch like you would think. She is actually pretty cool, she helps me out by not speaking to me at all while we are at school, and she sometimes bullies me just because she's too embarrassed to show that he cares for her twin in public, but other than that, she is not so bad.

I feel Lenny elbowing me with his bony arm leaving a piercing pain behind, "Look who's over there."

I don't have to look, I know it's Grecia, Lenny gave it away easily, but I turn to look anyway. And there she is, lining up to pay for her sub two tables from us. I see she is alone, which can be my big chance, but I probably won't do anything but stare until she sits with her friends. She smiles at the lunch lady who doesn't even look at her as she puts the money in the cash register, but Grecia smiles anyway.

That's one of the things that I like her for, among hundreds, she seems to be smiling at everyone. It could be a grumpy lunch lady or a creepy guy who talks to himself at the bus, she smiles. She grabs napkins and a spork and starts towards her table. That's the end of it.

"You got to man up and talk to her one of these days, " Bernard says. I don't remember telling Bernard anything about Grecia, but I didn't have to, Lenny lets half the school know every time she walks by.

"David, I think you need a spork for your mashed potatoes, " George says out of nowhere.

"Why? I have one right here, " I hold it up right in front of his face just making sure he sees it.

He reaches for it and sticks it in his mouth, "Not anymore."

George can really be a jerk sometimes, but so can I so we are even. He is the guy who will kick anybody's ass for you if it's necessary. His I-don't-give-a-shit attitude is very admirable. I mean, one look at him and you'll know he is a ballsy guy. With his gages and the long hair that's always lying on his face and his dark clothes, he is a guy you want to avoid.

So, I stand hesitantly because I know that my tater tots will be gone by the time I get back. Only when I am checking for a closed clear bag that tells me that no germ has touched the spork since it was packaged that I notice that Grecia is walking towards me. Well, not towards me, towards the table which I am standing in front of.

My mouth runs dry and I suddenly feel like a hobo, with my hair all over the place. Okay, my ears are too big and that's why I keep my hair this long. Long but shorter than Tarzan's. My hair has this weird wave to it that I have found it stupid to even try to do it, so I don't. But I suddenly wish I had put some pomade or something.

"Excuse me, " Grecia says in her sweet voice. The I-am-a-damsel-in-distress tone makes me want to lift her in my arms and get on my imaginary white horse and take her to Neverland.

"Uh, " I step back allowing her to reach for a ketchup packet.

"Thanks, " she says, smiles, and walks back to her table.

That is seriously all I say, huh. Like my tongue was cut off. I could have said, "Oh, go ahead. By the way I am David." Or "What do you need? I can get it for you." Or even a sorry would have sufficed. But no, my brain had to shut down in that crucial second. I swear, I can be cool, but there's just something about Grecia that makes me want to scream and lay down on the green grass and admire the blue sky.

I walk back to the table, my feet feel like they were drenched in cement. All my friends are looking at me dying to cackle like hyenas. They all witnessed my disappointing try to talk to her.

When I arrive home, I see Brianna is home already, her mustang is parked on my space. When I walk inside, she is having a conversation with mom.

"I guess what I want in a guy is that he can be brave enough to talk to me. . ." Brianna is saying.

I feel like barfing at their daily "girl talk". So, I go straight to my room. I grab my laptop and l sit at my desk. I go to my Facebook page, just to see what my cyber friends are up to.

Okay. I mainly got a Facebook because I heard Grecia had a Facebook. So I sent her a friend request, she accepted and that was the end of that. I get to see whenever she changes profile pictures and I get to see what she is up to. Occasionally, I go through her info just to get to know her a little better. But, I swear, that is all I do. I don't get all weird and save her pictures on my computer and make it my desktop background. I guess I like to feel like I am a miniscule part of her life, even if it's all through the web.

I go through my notifications, sort of hoping Grecia liked my status but only my friends liked and commented on it. I go down through the recent stories. Some guy got a car, other one is bored doing his homework, George is pissed off at his mother, Lenny says something stupid, like usual. And Grecia posted a photo. The description says, "Am I the only one who enjoys the library?? J" and the picture is of her smiling at the camera, I assume she took it with her webcam, she is holding a three inch thick book, and she looks excited about it. I read the title of the book, I realize she is holding two books, making the titles on the spine smaller. I go down the comments:

Maria Triano- You boob!

Audrey Badass- I think you are, you nerd! :p

Perla Jewel- Hey, you coming?

Grecia Alcantar- I can't, working L Audrey, you are such a loser! How dare you call me a nerd?

I wonder where she works. I don't go shopping and I don't like to just wonder down the stores like I am some kind of a broke guy looking at the stuff sadly like a poor kid in Christmas, so basically, I don't go out as much as I should. So, maybe I'll never know where she works.

PING!

I get a text and I see Lenny and George have added me to their group text.

Lenny: Dude, have you talked to your sister?

George: You are sick Lenn

Me: Yeah, she said to tell you to leave her the hell alone or else she will get a restraining order against you

Lenny: lol she loves me

George: Hey I just got Bernard's invitation

Me: Invitation to what?

George: To his Halloween party you idiot. Anyway, they are pretty gay

Me: oh yeah, got one too, it's purple with a big cartoon pumpkin

Lenny: that's gay alright

Me: I think his sister picked the invitations out

Lenny: he has a sister?

George: stop being such a douche Lenny

Me: He does, she's twelve, Lenny: I can do twelve

George: its illegal and sick

Lenny: im willing to wait

George: its still sick

"David, mom and I are going costume shopping, wanna come?" Brianna stands in my doorway looking down on her phone.

"No, thanks." The thought of going shopping with Brianna and mom is torturing. Every time they go anywhere together, they end up arguing about something stupid. And when they are both mad, they act like five year olds.

"OK." She starts to walk away when I call out her name. She stops and turns, "What?"

"Why is Lenny saying he has a date with you?"

Brianna giggles which makes me think that maybe Lenny made it all up. "He asked me out and I said yes, he was really getting in my nerves. We are gonna go to William's Halloween party." William is Bernard's older brother. He graduated last year but apparently he is still popular among the high schoolers. It's kinda sad.

"He wants to take you to Olive Garden."

She laughs again, "Well, I'll tell him I want to go to the party." She walks away as if she said something life changing.

I get back on my phone which has been beeping like crazy.

George: He is rich he can afford to buy his weapons, but it doesn't make him a hero

Lenny: so is Ironman

George: Ironman created his suit in a cave as he was being captive, he is a genius

Lenny: Yeah, how convenient that the terrorists had exactly what he needed. He cheated

George: Batman is the cheater, he pays the other guy to make everything for him, even his suit, he is a fraud!

Okay, this is getting a little too ridiculous.

Me: I'm back. Brianna is going to make you go to Bernard's party

George: ah ha!

Lenny: Who's better Batman or Ironman?

Lenny: How do you know?

Me: She told me a few seconds ago, Hulk.

George: HULK? He is not even one of the choices

Lenny: Oh well. Hulk sucks

Me: He turns green and is unbreakable, nothing can kill him. He is invincible

George: That hardly makes him the best hero

Lenny: Going to BigLots, who is in?

George: ok

Me: meet you there

I don't know why I'm going to Big Lots for, but if that means I'll be out of an empty house, then I am in.