One day, John was walking along the top of the stalls in the abandoned boys’ bathroom, cutting class to try and figure out who to ask out. And then it happened. A tall, frizzy-haired, dark-skinned, beautiful girl walked in, taking her shoes off.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked, pulling off her socks. John didn’t know what to say. A beautiful, amazing woman starts undressing in the boys’ bathroom, and she asks him what he’s doing? But on the other hand, he felt like he could trust her…
“Figuring out how to get a girlfriend,” John said. The girl stopped dead as she was unbuttoning her overshirt, revealing a bright-grape tank top. Without saying a word, she briskly climbed to the top of the stalls, crawled on the edge to John, clumsily stood up, and kissed him square on the lips for what felt like days.
“Maybe that’ll give you some idea, plaindude,” she said, gracefully jumping down.
“John,” he said.
“I knew you were a plaindude! Plain clothes, plain name, plain dude,” she answered.
“And you are…?” John asked, trying to get to know this odd person.
To this she said, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“I have about a million questions,” John said, curious and confused out of his mind.
“Of course you do, Plaindude,” she said, putting her hand on her hip knowingly. “I spend most of my time here, usually writing in my underwear. Where I never dreamed anyone would find me, especially you. I go to school here, 8th grade, but I’ll never actually appear in class, as I’m sure you’ve found out by now. Oh, and you can call me Frizzy.”
“Then why did you kiss me? Are you feeling… feelings?” John asked, not knowing how to word what he needed to say.
At this, Frizzy turned to him, smirked, and said, “First of all, the ‘feelings’ you’re talking about are love. Second, hell no!”
When John heard this, he got pretty offended. “Excuse me? What is it that I don’t have, exactly? I dress like the hot guys. I try to act like the hot guys. What’s so different about me that you hate so much?”
“That’s the problem, Plaindude! Don’t you get it?!” Frizzy asked, which put an incredibly confused look on John’s face. “Put it this way. Have you ever seen anyone who looks like me? Acts like me? No, you haven’t. I’m the one and only. You, on the other hand, I see you everywhere. There are probably 30 of you walking around the school right now. That’s exactly what I don’t want.”
“Then why’d you kiss me? Couldn’t resist all this?” John asked, motioning to his body and thinking he was clever.
“Do you not understand anything? I kissed you because that’s what you needed. If you needed me to kill you, that’s what I’d do. I don’t enjoy seeing people who need things they’ll never get,” Frizzy responded.
This made John step back and think about what was happening for a minute. He was getting verbally beaten by someone he only just met, in the boys’ bathroom, taking her clothes off. Wow.
He suddenly felt sick. He had no idea why. His first thought was that being in the boys’ bathroom too long had gotten to him. The smell was disgusting. The scent of cow crap filled his nostrils, flooding his brain. Maybe that’s why I’m sick, he thought. But then he looked at Frizzy. She lit up the room. The way her kinky-curly, pitch-black hair went in every direction. The way her almond-colored skin looked smooth as butter. The way she smelled when they kissed, like marshmallows being roasted on the beach at night. Suddenly, he knew why he felt sick. He was in love.
He stepped up to Frizzy, put his hands on her hips, and gave her the kiss he had been practicing for months on his pillow.
“That might be true, but who said I can never get a girlfriend, Frizzy?” John asked in between kisses, hoping for more than just a witty remark for an answer. In return, she pulled her head back, looked deeply into his eyes, and said something John never expected.
“Call me Jasmine.”