I am sitting here and thinking about the choices that he has made. Every little thing that he put me through; things would never be able to go back to the way they were. We would never be able to date again. Jake ruined it. Yeah, he ruined it; the things that I tell myself to think that I am over him. By the way my name is Baya, Baya Richards.
One day, way back, things got really awkward when this peculiar guy walked into my classroom. I remember the day and every single detail of that day like it was yesterday. It was a rainy Tuesday in November when I was in the seventh grade. I was sitting in my sixth period Language Arts class with Ms. Martin. The door opens a few minutes after the bell rings and an unfamiliar person is standing in the door way. He is dripping wet, and looks terrified. He pulls out a rumpled blue piece of paper out of his pocket, and unfolds it. He opens his mouth and asks “Is this Ms. Martins Language Arts class?”
“Yes, take a seat there and take out a sheet of paper,” she replies.
He does as told and sits in the fourth row, eighth seat. As the class went by, Sheen, who sat behind me, took a yellow highlighter and drew a line on my favorite pink shirt. Next to him in row number two sat Matt, his best friend. Matt loved to make fun of me and call me a girl scout for no reason. Jake had heard them making fun of me and simply chuckled to himself. Then after that I heard him talking to Sheen asking him what my name was.
“Baya,” Sheen tells him. Jake looked at me.
“Baya?” he calls. I turn around and look at him. For the first time I get to really look at him. He is really tall, with beautiful brown eyes and brownish black hair.
“What?” I say back, as our eyes are gaze locked.
“I didn’t call you,” he says. Then his eyes avert back to the blank sheet of paper on his desk and I turn around to continue reading.
I go right back to reading my Twilight book. It didn’t take long for me to get right back into it. I get so caught up in books easily. Then my mind wanders and I began to think that either this new boy is crazy or I am going crazy. After the bell rings for us to go to seventh period, I dropped my binder and all my papers scattered along the classroom floor. Jake comes running over to help me pick up the papers. There was no one else in the classroom except us two.
“Let me help,” he says. He goes to pick up the piece of paper with a blank and dull back side but an even more interesting front side. As he goes to grab it, I slap my hand down on the corner of it but it is too late he already has the sheet of paper in his hand. As he is looking down at this specific page, he has already seen a part of me that no one else has. A new side to me; I have never let anyone see that, or try to understand this. After he is done staring at this paper, he looks up into my eyes.
“This is amazing” is all he manages to say. I can tell that he is still in awe. “I have never seen anything like this look this good in my life,” he says.
“Um well thanks…” I pause. “I have never let anyone see any of my work,” I say shyly. This was a piece of me that I had kept a secret from everyone. No one knew about my amazing talents. I can draw, shade, and write all with a regular number two pencil. Jake had seen one of my really recent pieces of work. I had drawn and shaded a black panther with a rose dangling out of its mouth, and then in the corner I had written a short love poem, and then signed the bottom right corner.
“This is really good. Did you draw it for someone?” he asks looking suspicious at all of the other papers as he picks those up as well. He is being extra careful not to miss another page that could possibly look like that one.
“No I just like to do them for me. And you won’t find any more of them. I usually empty out all of my papers but I must have forgotten that one.” I said looking down at the paper that is still in his hand.
“Oh well then could I have this one?” he looks really hopeful.
Before my mind has time to let me think of an answer the bell interrupts my thought and forces me to hurry off to class. The momentum breaks between us and all I can do is get up and call behind me “Got to go!”, and that was that.
I get to my seventh period almost four minutes late. I have never been late. I was scared that I might have gotten in trouble. Instead of my teacher yelling at me, he tells me to go sit at his desk. He finishes telling the class the daily assignment and then walks back to me. “Where were you?” he asks, not sounding mad at all. I don’t think he will even mark me late.
“I dropped my binder leaving my sixth period. I was trying to leave but that made it difficult. I am so--,” he interrupted me.
“That’s fine. So what is the matter with you? You look really off or something? Do you need to talk? Are you sick? Should I call the nurse again?” he rushes all these questions at me. Mr. Carter was such a nice and friendly teacher. He was always there for me and was a good family friend. But instead of imposing on him with my childlike problems and worries I politely decline and take my assignment back to my seat.
Once I was done with my assignment and turned it in, I decided to read the final chapter in my Twilight book bringing me to a completion and ready for the next one. After that I took out a sheet of paper and began to sketch, and then go over these odd lines with a shade darker. I am not sure what it was but toward the end of class it was pretty much basically completed. I still couldn’t figure out what it was or if it had a meaning. I had forgotten that I was in school and didn’t even hear the bell ring. Mr. Carter came walking by and said “Ms. Richards the bell has – Ms. Richards do you know what that is that you have drawn? Why did you draw that?”
“I, I don’t know. I don’t even know what it is. It was just what came out on the paper. Do you know what this is?” I ask curiously.
“Why yes, yes I do. It’s the ancient Mayan crest of ‘primo busco amore’. That means love at first sight in the ancient language” he studied the image a little bit longer and then looks at my face and then back to the drawing. I am completely clueless to what I have just drawn. Then he says “That’s amazing where you even saw that old thing?”
“I have never seen that thing a day in my life ever before” I spit out.
He gives me this look. “Well head on home then and I will see you tomorrow,” and with that he walks back to his desk and prepares for his own departure as well. I pack my things and head for the door.
As soon as I get home, I end up trying to search up that crest thing on Google. I didn’t really find that much information on it though. So I decided to go back to Google’s homepage and look up this new Jake kid. But as soon as I type in the words: JAKE, I remember that I don’t know his last name so this is no use. I might as well wait and get to know him like everyone else. So I then gave up and start drifting off to sleep.