[QoTW] Samantha

I just started high school ( so I was 12) and my interest in girls spiked after having a few “playground girlfriends” (Which, believe it or not, came to bite me in the ass later on, but that’s another story.)
Despite all that, girls were one of the last things on my mind. Friends, school and other things came wayyy before.

That is, until I met Samantha.

She was in all my classes (7-8th graders had the same classmates each period. So if you had a friend in English, he’s in all your other classes too.) yet I still didn’t know much about her.
I tended to stick with my elementary friends since I was a tad nervous talking to new people. So I just admired her from afar.

Dirty blonde hair, and the most beautiful emerald green eyes. The type of eyes you get lost in, and you can’t help but feel warmth as if her gaze was a warm blanket. While everyone else got pimples and became ugly, her skin stayed flawless.

“She’s really pretty.” I told my friends one day at lunch. “I like her a lot.”

Our gym classes were split. Usually the boys had 1 side of the gym, while the girls had the other (which pissed me off because they never even used it.)
Anyway, one fateful day, we had to do this 12 minute run (It’s when you run around a track for- You know what? If you don’t know what it is, too bad for you.) and they combined the classes so it’d go faster.

Lining up at the starting line, my goal was to hit the double digits in laps. Tiring, and I knew my asthma would hate me, but I didn’t care. Suddenly, this angel stood next to me, Samantha. She chatted with a few of the other guys while she warmed up.
“Are you serious?” I whispered to my friend. “She’s really gonna compete with us?” The rest of the girls were in the back, chatting away. He shrugged. “I dunno. I heard she ran track for Greendale.”

That’s when the competitive Nass took over. Good runner huh? I thought, we’ll see.
The teacher blew the whistle and we took off running. I kept a steady pace and watched my breathing.
Staying focus, I began to pull away from the pack. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone else running with me. Fearing the competition I stepped it up a little. So did they.
I slowly started to run outta energy, and cut back my pace a little. That’s when I saw who was tailing me.

Fucking Samantha.

As she passed, she turned her head towards me, and flashed me a “Got you bitch.” smile. Then she left me in her dust, her dirty blonde hair tied into a ponytail swung in my face.

Ashamed that I ran outta gas so fast, I sat on the grass, and watched others run by.

By the time I got up, she was on the other side of the track finishing up her lap. Her pace slowed and then she started to walk.

I started jogging, taking a longer strides to catch up to her. I ran and ran. Slowly making up all the time I lost.

Finally I caught up and began to run a bit faster. I wanted her to KNOW I’m the better runner. I wanted her to REALIZE that she can’t run with me for long. And by running fast, I’d leave a huge gap between us, and I should be fine the rest of the way.

I zoomed passed her, feeling all the adrenaline go through my body. But she started to sprint after me, probably knowing I was challenging her.

We ran together for the rest of the class. Both raking in 11 laps each.

I dated her later that year for a while. She was an awesome girlfriend no doubt, but we decided to call it quits cuz we thought us being friends was much less awkward (hey, I was 12.)

I still see her around, and we talk a bit. Her hair is pretty much black. But her eyes are still one of the best I’ve ever seen.

~Nass