I’m the awkward teen nobody notices. The one that blends in the background and disappear like a freakin’ chameleon. That and partly because of the fact that I’m wearing the same color as the wall I’m leaning into. “Damn it!” Yes, I’m that guy. The one at the corner watching everyone else get drunk from drinking punch from a bowl that some punk had spiked. And I’m that loser who’s been sipping at my red cup even if it’s almost empty. “I’m drunk,” I said to myself but I then I realized I was just drinking juice which I had gotten before they spiked it.
And there they are, the popular kids in school, the ones everyone wants and wants to be. They’re gorgeous of course and perfect and awesome and <insert every positive adjective in the dictionary here>.
They walk into the room and everything slows down, very John Woo might I add, or you know, like in every high school chick flick movie that ever existed where there’s always a scene where “the new girl” steps out of the car and suddenly everything’s in fucking slow motion or “the-normal-girl-nobody-notices-who-just-got-a-makeover-and-suddenly-becomes-super-hot-and-pretty” walks down the steps of their house in a prom dress while some cheesy song plays in the background and again she’s in slow fucking motion. That’s what’s it like every time I see them or maybe they just walk really slow?
Just like Moses and the red sea, everyone parts to let them through. I roll my eyes in annoyance. “I don’t get it.” I said to the empty space beside me where my friend, I mean, imaginary friend is standing. “Don’t get me wrong.” I said. I don’t think talking to myself is doing me any favors at all right now but screw it. Everyone here already thinks I’m crazy or weird or both so why not prove them right. Give them something to talk about the next day when they’re in their lockers or restroom. Oh, who am I kidding. I don’t think they’d talk about me at all. I’m pretty sure after tonight, half of the people here are going to lose their virginity and the other half are dead drunk to fuck and be fucked.
I’m already tipsy and I feel like I’m about to puke any second now. Either I’m already drunk or that fucking disco lights is making me dizzy. If someone’s looking my way right now and seeing what I’m doing or listening to what I’ve been saying the past few minutes, he or she will be or probably is already scared of me. “I’m not crazy!” I’ll probably scream to that person defensively. Then again, crazy people don’t know they’re crazy so maybe everyone is. We are. after all, living in our own world filling the void in our lives with dreams and fantasies.
Hard as I try I can’t take my eyes off them. Damn these boys! Curse them and their beautiful eyes, perfectly coiffed hair, soft pink lips, and the bulge in their skinny jeans. I’m transfixed. I’m a boy possessed and I need someone to slap me in the face real hard right now or just wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth. I’m under their spell for sure… like everyone else.
My cup is now empty, I didn’t even I’ve been drinking that much. I walked over to the punch bowl but it was bit difficult when you have a hard on and you decided to go commando. “Walk it off,” I told myself. So I paced back and forth for a while until this growing feeling beneath my pants finally subsides. It’s a good thing I’m covered in darkness so at least no one could see me and my fucking boner.
They walk up to the stage and smile to everyone and to no one in particular. And I hate it. I hate it because I feel mushy afterwards and feeling mushy is an unwelcome feeling that drives me to my knees. Yes, I’m that weak I can hardly speak. (Feel free to sing). I hate the way they make my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. As if I’m in every romantic comedy I’ve seen with Katherine Heigl on the lead. It sucks.
Those pearly white teeth shines like a star in a cloudless sky, they must be using Colgate (wink) I smell an endorsement coming… Kidding. Anyway, they do this thing where they look at you as if you were the only person in the room. The camera slowly pans and one by one people start fading away until there’s only the two of you left. The lights go out save for the ones focused on the two of you and then out of nowhere smoke rises from the ground. The only sound you can hear are each other’s heartbeat and yours is beating faster and faster and faster. He’s moving closer to you and at this point you’re starting to freak out inside. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! What am I gonna do?” He extends his hand and you take it. You were hesitant at first but it feels so right so you do it. “Stop shaking,” you say to yourself but you can’t. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for all your life. This is it. And if you play your cards right, you might just lose your virginity. And so you put your arms around his waist, lower your hands a little and finally squeeze his ass. And then the music starts to play. You look directly into his eyes and you could already see your whole future with him. You’re just hoping that when he looks close into yours he wouldn’t see that you’re slowly undressing him. “Fuck!” I said. I have a boner. Again.
“Oh god they’re so annoying,” I whispered to my imaginary friend.
“Oh shit!” I jumped out of my skin; choked on the cake I was eating and spilled my drink all over my shirt. “How long have you been standing there?” I asked the silhouette standing a few feet beside me.
“Long enough,” he said in his sexy British accent.
“Oh, okay,” I replied. Frozen.
You can’t imagine how happy I am that it was dark. I can’t see him so he can’t possibly recognize me too right? Right?
Why would anyone recognize me? I’m a nobody. – the narrator quips
If he’s been standing there “long enough” then he must’ve hard what I was saying to my imaginary friend standing beside me. Embarrass, I started looking for exits but I know he’s staring at me with those judgmental eyes.
“I’m not crazy!” I said defensively. I started walking towards the nearest exit when Harry, on the mic, asked, “Liam, where are you?” And just like that my head started spinning.
The spotlight turns to the crowd looking for Liam. And my biggest fear is realized. The spotlight stopped to where I was standing moments ago and there he was, Liam, charming as ever. Smiling to the crowd, soaking all the love. He looked at one direction (pun intended) mine and caught my eyes. He was looking at me as if we were the only ones in the room and just before the camera pans and everyone starts fading away I looked away. I walked towards the exit and just before the door closes opening chords for the song “What Makes You Beautiful” began to play.