Rainy Days and Mondays (cont.)

“He draws these cute little cartoon cat named… oh, what was it? Its named after some kind of candy!” She struggled.

Twix? I suggested. It was my favorite candy bar.

“No, not Twix.”

Milky Way? Snickers? Kit-Kat? I grinned at that and hoped that that wasn’t its name.

“Skittles!” She cried in triumph with a bright smile. I stared at her for a moment, taking in her slightly frizzy red hair that fell down to her waist and her small, blue eyes that hid behind her thick rimmed glasses. Her shirt was loose about her slender frame, and half tucked into her jeans. I was pretty popular at this high school, and had tons of friends. I was popular even though I was hanging out with one of the most unpopular person in the school. Everyone hated her, and everyone loved me. It was strange.

Skittles?

“Yes, isn’t that a cute name for it?”

Its random. I replied with a crooked smile.

She shrugged and looked down at her book. “He’s single, you know.”

I hesitated, thinking back onto my last relationship. I was wary now, kind of afraid to try dating again after my first experience went so horribly wrong. With a slight frown, I looked down at the table we were sitting at. It was a stone picnic table outside where the students sat after school to wait for their rides. I didn’t have a car at the time, so I was there waiting for my mother.

“You should talk to him,” She pressed, lifting her eyes to look at me. “Maybe in the morning when he walks by.”

I still hesitated. It was a good idea, really.