I sit in a room watching kids through monitors all day. Itís pretty boring being a high school security guard. Nothing ever really happens in this school. Thatís why I started my projects.
You see, these two students caught my eye. The security cameras donít record sound, so I donít know their actual names but since itíd be kind of weird calling them fat blonde guy and fit tall guy Iím just going to call them Fat Max and Fit Fred.
Fat Max wasnít always fat; in fact he used to be just as fit as Fit Fred. At the start of the school year, Iíd always see these two guys together, always laughing at something. I assumed they were best friends and it seemed like nothing could separate them. Why was I so glued to these two? Iím not sure; maybe it was because they reminded me of my own childhood best friend, maybe it was simply because they appeared to be the happiest pair in the school.
That is, until Sally came into the picture. Once again, I donít know her real name but calling her short girl with this one weird mole on her cheek would be weird. So Sally it is. Max and Fred always sat next to each other and Sally always sat behind Fred. And she was always staring at Fred. The cameras in the room faced the front of the class so I could see her eyes. They were eyes of a young girl in love. Thing is, she never talked to Fred. And Fred, always joking around with Max, never bothered to turn around and notice the girl that was always noticing him.
This went on for a month before I decided, being bored out of my mind, to help Sally out. Student lockers were located on the first floor and Iíd memorized which locker belonged to each student- Max and Fredís were next to each other of course. I decided, one Monday, to step out of my security room and go to Fredís locker while he was in class. Iíd seen him open his lock multiple times and memorized his combination.
It was raining that day so I decided to write a note that said: ďThey say you know you love someone when you think about them on a rainy day and wonder if they remembered to bring an umbrella. I thought of you today.Ē Next to the note I placed an umbrella (the small compact kind so it could fit into the locker) and on the umbrella I taped another note that said, ďIím the only one whoíll get you wet.Ē To finish, I placed a box of chocolates in front of the umbrella with a note taped to it that read, ďLife is like a box of chocolates. Itís better when I can enjoy it with you. From, Sally.Ē Fred seemed like the kind of guy with a good sense of humor so I was certain the triple array of puns would work wonders on him.
And it did work. Except not in the way I thought it would. It was only the morning of the next day that I realized Iíd made a terrible mistake. Sally wasn't her real name. I was about to hit myself for wasting an hourís worth of salary on buying the umbrella and chocolates. But then an unexpected development occurred. It happened in the late afternoon, just when I was thinking that my little endeavor yesterday was wasted. After the last class of the day, Fred approached a girl sitting in the back of the class, and handed her the box of chocolates. Her name must've actually been Sally and he mustíve thought it came from her!
She smiled. He smiled. Since sheís kind of important to the story now, I guess I have to give her a name as well. Letís see- Iíll call her Samantha, even though her name is probably Sally but I already named the other girl Sally and it's confusing having two Sally's. Fred and Samantha pull out their phones- I assume theyíre exchanging numbers-, Fred waves goodbye to Samantha (man if you could see the smile on his face!) and heads out with Max.
It started slowly, but surely. I could only assume that things were going well with Fred and Samantha. But as Fred grew closer to Samantha, he grew distant with Max. One day I looked into the camera feed and saw that Fred no longer sat next to Max. One day Fred no longer left school with Max. One day Fred stopped talking to Max altogether.
To be continued. Probably.