When Stars Misguide Us

The beginning of a true high school love story where my soul found the love of my life… my wife.

First time I saw you

We were in 9th grade, 14 years old, in a private Christian school in the year 2010, and you transferred from a public school in the 3rd quarter of the school year. I remember everyone was talking about you since it was a small school and saying that a new student was enrolling.

The Christian kids were all talking about how the new student was from a public school and how they were afraid she might not be Christian, and that she would be a bad influence.

These kids thought the same thing about me because of the way I looked, and I came from a public school. Even though I went to a Christian private school from when I was 4 till I was 12, and only attended public school for 2 years. These kids judged me and said I was trouble because I didn’t fit their look, even though we all were wearing uniforms. I am mixed race, so I look mysterious and different to begin with.

She was a new student in school and made friends quickly. All her friends who were girls had major crushes on me, but I didn’t like any of them, and I was only their friend.

I thought she was the most beautiful and coolest girl I have ever seen in my life.

I had no classes with her, but I wanted to somehow get to know her. I knew if I could just talk to her, maybe we could be friends. I was fine having any kind of relationship with her. I only wanted to be around her.

I called her the new girl.

I would yell out to her, with my friends around me, Hey, new girl, you look beautiful today and she wouldn’t know I was talking to her, and she would keep walking to class.

When I would head to class, I would go with my friends who had classes with her and pop in the classroom just to see her face, and I would say bye new girl, maybe one day we can talk and be friends, and everyone would laugh because I was friends with my entire grade, and they all knew what I was doing.

Even teachers knew, but I never had the chance to go up to her and start a conversation, and the little moments where I could have talked to her, I was too scared and nervous, and I am not that type of person.

Since I was small, I always talked to anybody, whether it was a group of popular kids, attractive girls, sports students like football players, basketball players (because I played those sports), or if you it was the principal or teacher.

Even guest speaker in an auditorium during chapel services, I would raise my hand and ask questions and debate with them in front of everyone. I am an outgoing person and am never afraid to speak to anyone, anywhere, but this girl made me lose all my words and confidence.

We met in detention

Since it was a private school, my mom had to drive us to school, and there were no buses to take us to school.

My two other brothers and I all went to this private school at the same time. My mom tends to be late to things, and we would be late to school often.

If you are late to school here, you get written up, and if you are late enough times, you get detention. So I got detention.

It was a cloudy, rainy Wednesday after a long day of school. I entered the detention room, and there were like 4 people in it, and one of them was the new girl.

Also, one of my friends was there, so we started hanging out and talking, and then the teacher said no talking in detention and moved my friend away from me.

He went over to the front of the class, threw down his backpack, used it as a pillow, and went to sleep. I looked over across the room, and I saw her.

She was painting her nails, and I thought she was so cute and cool to paint her nails in detention.

My favorite kind of music to listen to in high school was Pop Punk, and to me she was so pop punk! Of Course I listened to a variety of different music genres, but during highschool pop punk was one of my favorites to listen to on a daily basis, and it kind of created a soundtrack for my high school life.

I wanted to talk to her, and here was my chance, but the problem was that we were in detention and we were not allowed to talk.

I think to myself, how can I solve this problem? I am sitting at the desk, brainstorming quickly before detention ends.

I figured it out! I can pass her a note.

I wrote a note on a piece of paper that said “Hey”.

Now I contemplate and go through an emotional battle within my soul on if I should pass it to her.

I was so nervous and was afraid to hand her this note.

What if she doesn’t write back?

What if she thinks it’s lame? What if she doesn’t want to talk to me? What if she tells the teacher about me?.

After lying my head down on my arms, facing down, closing my eyes, thinking as hard as I can, and feeling all the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

I decided to do it.

So I lightly toss the folded paper note to her that says “Hey”.

She stops painting her nails, and another guy in detention looks at me in a mad way. She picks up the note and looks at me with a smile.

She takes out a sharpie from a full bag of different colors of sharpies and starts writing.

She writes back, “Hey,” and passes it to me.

I am in heaven!

I write back, “I like your nails”, and she writes back, “Thank you”.

As I was about to write and pass the note, the teacher came up to me because the kid who was looking at me all mad told on me and the teacher took the note and threw it in the trash and said no passing notes.

I was devastated.

Then detention was finally over, and we walked outside.

It is pouring rain, and I asked her if she wanted to use my hoodie.

Another one of her friends, who is a guy comes up and tells her something, and she looks at me and says she is okay and walks away with him, leaving me in the rain alone.

The friend she walked away with is an evil person whom no one in the school likes. He harasses girls and tries to start fights with guys. I never liked him or respected him and would tell him.

He knew exactly where I stood, and he knew I did not like him.

As my mom picks me up and we drive back home, I stare at the raindrops racing each other down on the car window. I feel all emotional inside, and I honestly loved it. I always loved emotions.

I get home and write a song on my acoustic guitar, and get ready for school tomorrow.

For the rest of the year, I didn’t get another chance to talk to her. I would only see her occasionally and call her the new girl.

That following summer, I messaged her on Facebook and asked her if she was ready to start the new year. We talked a little on facebook and she told me she is hanging out with a friend (a girl who liked me but hated me at the same time) and listening to music.

Little did we know that next year would change our lives forever.

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