My First Flame
By: Gen1900
“Is this just a table for one?” asked the waitress, who was about to grab a single menu.
“No, there is another person coming, ” I replied looking constantly at the entrance to the restaurant.
“Okaaaaay then,” she mumbled walking away to the kitchen.
I was waiting for my date, Susie Kendrick to arrive at the, “Flaming Amigos,” which had the best tacos in town, but it seemed my stomach would have to muster a few more minutes of emptiness.
She was the cutest girl in my school and frankly, I have no clue why she chose me to be her boyfriend. Cheerleaders don’t like boys with glasses unless they wear cool shades, they adore the ones who swagger down the high school halls with a stupid, “I’m hot and I know it,” facial expression. I am the complete opposite of that.
I love science and math which, to normal students, are their worst enemies. Instead of a cell phone in my jean pocket, you can find a fancy calculator.
Gym is the most tormenting thing for me to experience day in and day out. When our teacher cries,”CLIMB THE ROPE!” The best effort I can do is touching the thick cord with one finger.
Finally, the nerdiest feature about me is this: I don’t hate homework. I like it and it calms me down sometimes before a test the next morning.
Susie Kendrick walked through the door with her hair folding around her angled cheek bones. Her eyes found mine and immediately she smiled sweetly.
“Josh, sorry I’m late. . . but my bestie and I were having an argument on Facebook. You know how that is, ” she explained while unbuttoning her blue navy coat.
“Yeah . . . totally,” I replied. The truth is I had literally only a single friend to argue with; my mother.
“I’m starving! You want to get something to eat?” asked Susie looking around for a waiter.
“Sure,” I said.
Soon enough a waiter took us to a booth that was hidden from curious eyes.
“What you like to drink or eat?” the waiter asked, gloomily. He didn’t like his job that much. It was shown clearly on his grumpy face.
“I’ll have the taco salad,” piped up Susie closing her menu.
“And for you, sir?”questioned the waiter.
“The Sizzling pan, please,” I answered feeling brave at the thought of eating a spicy food.
When the guy left, Susie lowered her voice to me.
“You sure that won’t be too spicy for you? I saw it had three jalapenos next to the description.”
I said proudly, “Naw it’ll be fine. I was made for hot things.”
She rolled her eyes and smiled.
“Okay, Josh. Whatever you say.”
The food was brought about fourteen minutes later. I normally keep a really close track on time. A habit or disease I have, you might say.
My plate had smoke rising from it and the veggies appeared burnt from the flames.
“Here you go, sir,” said our waiter setting it in front of me.
As we were eating, I felt all my taste buds disintegrate.
Susie noticed that my cheeks were turning a bright red.
“You sure it isn’t too hot?” she asked, concerned.
“No-“I gasped grabbing my glass of water.
Not even chugging it all down helped.
“WAITER! MY BOYFRIEND NEEDS A GLASS OF WATER! PRONTO!” exclaimed Susie who tried her best to flag down somebody.
Then suddenly my first few bites of the” Sizzling Pan,” erupted onto my crush’s dress.
“YUCK!” she shouted almost throwing up herself at the sight of the muck.
That night I arrived alone and went home alone. My first flame was gone forever. Susie Kendrick just couldn’t deal with me.
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