So today I end up down by the swimming pool looking for a missing freshman. The entire swim team is sitting on the steps, their practice nearly over, being lectured by one of the assistant coaches. Several of my friends turn around and say hello then turn back. Then hot surfer guy turns around and sees me. He smiles, calls out my name (Hey, ****), and asks if I'm coming to the major meet on Saturday. It made my rather dim day brighten considerably.
I think I may have a crush on him; this is information to which my rational mind screams "Oh, no! Not again!" but frankly, I don't care.
What's odd about him is that I know very little about him. I know that he's nice, he's friendly (and I'm certain that's all he intends to be), he's on the surf team, and he's a Junior. Every attempt I've made to find out about him has met with dead ends. His teammates seem to know as much as I do, and his friends are not people I normally find myself talking to, and it'll look odd if I spend my time enquiring about Him. I guess I'm going to have to have an actual conversation with him one of these days. That should be fun.
Of course, highschool isn't complete unless there's a love triangle buried somwhere. I think a girl wants me to take her to prom rather badly. A few of her friends have started hinting at it, she's been talking to me more often than usual, and this is her second night attending the local Shakespeare Reading group with me. Nobody else has tried even once as it involves spending time with a group of people that could kindly be called "eccentric." I think she's fairly dedicated to her cause. Me. Help?!