At the sight of my friend who slid into the seat behind me, I groaned.
Maynard G. Krebs was the best buddy a guy could have but at that moment I was not in the mood for him.
All I wanted was to somehow try to get through the rest of the day, so that I could go home and think of a way to get Thalia to fall in love with me.
It couldn't be too hard. She'd been in love with every other guy in school, so she was bound to get to me eventually. I was just trying to speed things up.
Finally in a moment of desperation (or pure insanity-I haven't exactly figured out which), I turned in my seat to face my buddy.
"Maynard, can I ask you something?"
He looked at me blankly and I rolled my eyes.
"Well?" I finally said.
"Can I ask you or not?"
"I guess so, as long as it's not too hard of a question. I didn't' study last night."
My hand covered my eyes in embarrassment. "Maynard, I'm not going to grade you! I just want your opinion!"
"I'm gettin' ready to tell ya!"
"Tell me what?"
I was two seconds from having a midlife crisis, which meant that by the time I turned thirty, I was going to be in big trouble.
But determined not to lose my patience, I forced myself to remain calm.
"Let me explain this as simply as possible. I-."
My explanation was interrupted by the sudden appearance of our English teacher, Mr. Pomfritt.
"Good morning students! I hope you're ready for another day of learning!"
There was a collective groan from the class, but can you blame them? It was bad enough that I couldn't manage to find a girl at Central High, but now I had to learn something too?
Sadly when it came to girls like Thalia Menninger, I was practically invisible. Or maybe I should make that ALL girls. Out of every girl in school, how was it possible that I couldn't manage to find a single one?
Well, one I actually wanted anyway...