babysitter, who was sixteen with
large breasts and a low IQ. He had a feeling this girl, whoever she
was, wasn’t stupid.
Isaac found someone’s hands cover his eyes
and heard a shrill New Yorker accent ask, “Guess who?” He could
tell that voice from a million voices, and the perfume, which she’d
used so much of that it was offensive, was the same. Penelope
Conway was the head cheerleader and always reapplied, reapplied,
reapplied, until it came to graduating and going to college. He
wondered how many times she’d put on her makeup, brushed her hair,
and wet her neck and wrists with perfume. “Come on, now, honey,
you’ve got to know who this is. I’ll give you a hint: I have a
crush on you.”
He smirked. Although some thought he was
popular only because of his football skills, there was also another
reason: he could get any girl to fall in love with him. He merely
had to capture them in the hall, whisper a compliment their way,
and they would be yearning for him uncontrollably. His teachers
even thought he was charming, and that was saying plenty. There
were many teachers at York County High who hated all of their
students. He had always easily gotten himself out of detention. The
only person he’d ever regretted saying anything good about was
Penelope, because she wouldn’t stop bothering him.
“Let me guess: Danielle Brevard?” he asked
and heard her giggle. She was pressed so close to him that he could
feel her breasts shake when she laughed. “No? Ok. If you’re not
Danielle then perhaps you’re her twin, Demi?”
He knew she was jealous of the twins,
especially since they were popular without being cheerleaders.
There weren’t many girls who weren’t popular without a bad
reputation, but the twins were as decent as they came. They helped
out at the church with their parents when they weren’t delving into
their studies. He had gotten in trouble once and his parents had
signed him up for helping with feeding the needy. The twins had
loved him ever since.
“Come on, keep trying,” she said and laughed
again. “I know you know who I am, honey. I’ll give you another
hint: my last name rhymes with ‘day’.”
“Oh… is that you Penelope?” he asked and
laughed.
She removed her hands and sat down beside
him, smiling. Her mascara had been reapplied several times and he
could hardly see her eyes behind it. There were times in the past
when he had asked her why she wore so much, but that was before
he’d met her mom. Penelope would be beautiful without the gunk, but
she didn’t think that she would be. Her lips, large and pouty, were
covered with several layers of her favorite cherry red lipstick,
and her cheeks were a bright red. She wore her hair in a high
ponytail, and it swayed behind her as she looked from him to her
food to the other football players.
Isaac began searching for
the auburn haired beauty he’d seen earlier, looking through the
many crowds that seemed to be developing the way he’d predicted.
York County High, since its inception in 1930, being created with
the intention of finally breaking away from York County
Elementary/Middle School, was a typical school no matter what the
papers said. There was once an advertisement that said ‘York County
High: a school unlike any other,’ which had actually been the first
announcement seen by the public. It had been pulled from the papers
only a week later, and replaced with ‘York County High: Feel
connected to education.’ They didn’t feel much of anything, these
freshmen, except lost.
He saw her seated at the opposite end of the
room, alone. She looked like a wild animal, afraid of everything
and everyone. When she decided at last to escape into a book
(rather than face high school society), he couldn’t stop the smile
from forming on his face because of how disconnected she was. He
was just the guy to fix her problem.
“I’ll catch you guys later,” he said and
stood. He