My best friend has this uncanny ability to foresee things in the future. HE might not have the exact timing on when the event will occur, but he gets these feelings about things. Returning back for my second semester in college, I complained about how I hoped to make new friends. OR even one. My best friend said he’d been having the feelings of how I’d meet someone. A female, a little odler than me, but not by much. Someone I could relate to. Someone I could help because of my experience. I’d gone through some tough things recently and so I figured this person I’d meet, or hoped to meet, or was predicted I’d meet, would have similar experiences. Well, my best friend told me his intuition was saying I’d meet this person sometime in September of this year. WEll, I kept my eye open for a particular girl. IN my classes I wondered who would be the person. Even outside of class at my workplace I wondered if my coworker who spills her guts on all her latest problems was the one. But she’s much older, and man, I was hoping she wasn’t the one. Well, just this week a girl in my math class, called Sheena, happened to spot my skateboard keychain attached to my backpack. “Oh, you like skateboarding?” she asked with enthusiasm. I was pumped. “Yeah,” I said smiling. “Actually I longboard.” She told me she’d ridden vert, but, added rather sadly, that she was knocked out a few times. so I guess that was it for the vert. Well, okay. So we had something in common. Big deal. Maybe I could get her email or phone number somehow, without sounding too weird or desperate. WEll, today after math class, I was certain, and disappointed, I wasn’t going to get her phone number or email address. Something in me was drawn to her. Had atached itself to her. A crush? Man, I hoped not. I’d had crushes on girls in the past, but this seemed different. NOt like a crush. fascination. Yeah, that was it. I thought about her a lot. But not in the I-like-her-so-much way. MOre like,”When can I get to know her better? When will she talk to me?” WEll, I had lunch in the lounge, not expecting her to see her. IT was over. Until next week when I’d see her again, anyway. I was so bummed. WEll, just by fate, and yes, even destiny, she and this other dude I forgot the name of, came right to the same lounge I was in! They sat down and went through some dirt bike mag, but talked little. NOt enough to get me interested. The guy said some stuff to me, but not much. thenThen he turned to Sheena, and in hushed voices they talked amungst one another. About what, I didn’t know. I wiwshed I knew, but it sounded pretty serious. NOt like a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of thing, though. The guy and Sheena talked something about life at home, but nothing specific enough to hone in on. I felt awkward then, hearing this supposedly private little conversation, if that;’s what it was, but wanted to hear it all. I stood up, back turned as I pretended to do something on my phone. IT worked. They ignored me. but then the guy got mean. Bully-mean. KEpt yanking on Sheena’s wire Goth necklace, even though she protested for him to stop. Then they’d laugh like it wa a joke. Okay. NOThing serious, I figured. But already I was getting annoyed by the guy. SEe, I hate bullies. I really do. I guess you can say I play the hero. Though, that’s not my intention. I just hate when people pick on others. The weaker ones. So, the bullying intensified, and Sheena didn’t walk away. Didn’t fight back. The guy made a threat to squeeze her arm, or something like that, and she didn’t want him to. They were too physically close to one another. INvading her space. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and went right up to the guy. “Leave her alone!” I said, my tone strong and stern. The guy shut right up. Both him and Sheena sstared at me, incredulous at what I was doing. “What kind of a man are you? Where’s your respect for her?” I demanded, and Sheena said, ‘Thanks, I’m okay.” I didn’t buy it. I didn’t care. HE deserved to hear it. I had no intentoin to fighting him, though. ONly if he made the first move perhaps. Then, Sheena grasped my hand, shaking it. “Thanks,” she said, and together her and the guy hurried off. “Back off!” I shouted back at him, and was disgusted at how he followed her. I guess they’re friends. But not good ones at that. AFterwards I felt shaky. Almost wanted to cry. I was mixed up. But I didn’t cry and the shaking from the energy put out to stand up to the guy subsided in a few minutes. I thought over what had just happened. First, I’d been forced to make contact in some way with Sheena. Plus, during her annoyed insistance to be left alone by the idiot guy she’d mentioned being twenty-five-years-old. Whoa! Wasn’t that part of my friend’s prediction? Yes. An older female. Somehow I sensed she was sad in some way, too. Something on her mind. Something bad. IT must be fate. I told my friend about it. I’ll keep my eyes open. Myself open.
