POV 13 Boy

My life was nothing before her. Nothing kept me here except my military strict parents. But after her, she became the beauty of the school, the sun in the sky of dark clouds. The only thing that keeps half the guys here, in fact. This strawberry-blonde with a 120 IQ, clear sea green eyes, a waist-length head of hair, and the position of head cheerleader was the top of the school.

                Her name is Annabella Zayn, and she goes by Belle.

Belle was a sophomore, and I was in 7^th grade. Nothing ever happened to show us together. But none of the guys cared, and dreamed of a life with this perfect girl. Belle befriended the pretty and non-pretty girls both, so she couldn’t be called cliquey by a long shot. The guys were constantly hitting on her, but she always thought herself too small to go out with them, setting them up with their match from her friends. She was a Matchmaker, never the one to get matched, and everyone seemed happy with the ones she suggests.

                Whenever I saw some sophomore go up to her and flirt, I kept having jealous thoughts. Nothing could quench the burning feeling I felt in my stomach whenever a guy was around this beauty. But Belle liked the attention, though she never used it to her advantage. She announced to her friends in the 7^th grade hallway one day that ‘she was amazed at the friendliness of the kids here.’ Half the guys stopped and stared at her, thinking how stupidly ignorant she was. The guys who had been staring before let their jaws fall to the ground. Nothing so stupid had ever come out of the mouth of someone so smart.

                Belle got straight A’s, and she helped start a student tutoring group for everyone to get better grades that need to. I joined up right away, and I told my mom that I needed to raise my LA grade. But what she doesn’t know is that I have straight A’s in every class, and LA is my favorite. The obvious reason is her.

                Years go by, and I get into high school as a freshman confident in my grades, and myself. I had grown a few inches, and my face stopped looking like I was stung by a hive of bees, and my voice no longer cracks at a critical moment in a conversation with a girl. I was ready.

                Belle was a senior, but it seemed as I walked up to her she hadn’t aged a year, and neither did I. I was the uncomfortable 7^th grader I was before when I spoke my first word to her. “Hi,” I had said. Later I thought, what a stupid way to talk to a girl. But at that moment, I was tongue-tied. I couldn’t say anything as she responded with a “Hello. New to high school? Freshman?” she asked me. I could only nod. “I thought so. I didn’t see you around last year, but you seem familiar,” she said, studying me. I had to talk. Say something, stupid. “Yeah, well, I was in 8^th grade last year,” Nothing too horrible. I didn’t sound too cocky, did I? Oh man, this is harder than anything than I’ve ever done. “Well, I was just wondering, maybe, you would go to the movies with me? There’s that new one coming out, and it sounds pretty good,” Holy crap! Did I just ask her out on a date? I think I did. But something was registering on Belle’s face. Was it… Happiness? “What’s your name?” she asked me, and I had to clear my thought before I answered. “Ty-Tyler,” She tipped her head to one side, trying to place the name. “Tyler, Tyler… Oh! Tyler Callian?” she asked me. Wow, she knew my name. How did that happen? I had to swallow hard. “Yeah, that’s me,” Her face literally glows with happiness when I said that. “You were in my club last year, right? Yeah, I remember. Tyler, I’ve been waiting for you to come to high school. I liked you ever since that first day when I was a sophomore in the club. So, yes! I’ll go with you to the movies!” WOAH! WHAT?! HOLY CRAP, HOW DID I DO THAT? I’VE GOT A DATE! My heart is racing a million miles an hour and I think it’s going to explode. “Well, you know, I don’t have a driver’s license, so someone else will have to drive… I’m sorry,” She shakes her head. “Its fine, Tyler. I can borrow my mom’s car. I’ll drive. Its fine, I understand,” She walks away, smiling, and is greeted my one of her friends in the hall. I turn, stunned, and think one thing. I was matched with the Matchmaker.

Epilogue

This was 10 years ago, and now this beautiful girl has a husband and two wonderful children, a girl and a boy. The older girl is now 4 years old, and she has her mom’s blonde hair and her dad’s blue eyes. The younger boy just turned 2, and he’s the exact image of his dad, with dirty blond hair and deep blue eyes. Now, ask me something. How do I know all about this girl’s family? Am I some sort of stalker? No, I assure you I’m not.

Annabella Zayn is now Belle Callian.