Thinking back that sports feast, I realize that even the thorniest of roses though painful when held, but when understood can be beautiful.

My name is Leon Cruz: I was raised in a small apartment. I had two brothers, my twin brother and my older brother. When I was in elementary my school was so far from my house and issues always would come up. That is why we moved to a different town.

When we moved here, it was not really a big deal, there was no problem and I really fitted in with my new classmates.

Until my parents got divorced, at firs it really didn’t mean anything to me. I accepted it like it was nothing. Growing with a mindset like that helped me with my daily problems.

My appearance didn’t really give me problems, in my perspective I saw myself as this super fucking awesome dude, not “that” hot. I had short black hair: I used to do sports but I got tired of it, and eventually quit, studying wasn’t really my strongest suite, but when it came down to it, I could cram the fuck out of any subject I wanted.

I wasn’t skinny nor was I fat, I really had I nice body, being a former athlete and all, but I would often feel my lungs getting tighter, I don’t know maybe it’s the all cigarettes I smoking, but whatever, “Fuck life” I would tell myself. I think I was a little bit too easy with life.

Well, let us skip a little bit to my 4th year of high school. I remember I was already matured for that time I was around fifteen, me and my friends would go out and drink, I would hang out with the wrong crowd, eventually I became like them, after school I would light a cigarette and smoke going home, After that go drink with some of my street friends, looking back, I think I was an asshole. I would never study.

Eventually these bad habits of mine would catch up and one day I got a letter from the teacher, in it was written that I failed at least four of my subjects, I got my fair share of beating that day.

I really was a Yankee: I did not care about anything that would happen to me, until it was around sports feast when the most shitiest things happened to me.

I was climbing up the stairs to my classroom, to skip the events as usual, but as I was walking the corridor of the second floor, I saw a girl accompanied by her friends. They were cheering there team in a very rowdy way, they were mocking my team. It annoyed the fuck out of me.

It pissed me off for some reasons, therefore I started to cheer more louder for my team, with that the girl and I started competing against each other for who could cheer the most for either teams I started out with small insult like, “you suck” , “quit already”, you don’t stand a chance!”. Then after a while I ramped the fuck up with my insults: “you going down motherfuckers!”, “Boo!” I wasn’t really sure if I was cheering or insulting the opposing team. At the end my team won.

“Hahahahha. Looks like you lose,” with my pride as high as ever I told the girl.

“Hmpf, you just got lucky this time,” she told me.

I got really annoyed by her stubbornness, so ever since that day until the end of sports feast, I started annoying that girl, I would sit beside her during the events, I would bad mouth their team and stuff, It became my primary goal to annoy that girl.

At first I didn’t really think much to it, I just thought it would pass the time, However as the days gone by. It became a routine, I thought the girl was getting annoyed, but I was wrong, I think she got used to it after a few days. She would save a seat for me, and we would compete in our little game, sometimes she or I would bring snacks. In case someone would get hungry. It was really nice.

At that time, I never ask the girl’s name, but that didn’t really bother, I didn’t really care anyway, and after all I didn’t had an reason to ask, I don’t want to get too close to the girl, I might fall in love, I didn’t want that, I hated love, and love hated me back, like for example , I was really in love with this girl back in third year, we would do couple stuff, like dating and shit, until the day that bitch broke my heart.

I remember it was during “Prom Night” when it all happened, I could still remember the very words she told that night. Words that would pierce my heart forever.

I wanted to slow dance with her, I had it all set, requested the most romantic song I know, I had my breath mints and cologne on, I was looking for her, she told me, that she had to leave me, I beg for a reason, but she didn’t gave me one.

I drank a lot that night, my heart was aching with sheer sadness and shit that night, since then I vowed to myself to never fall in love again. “FUCK LOVE,” I told myself

Anyway enough with that.

Getting to know the girl didn’t really bother me, I was like “who gives a shit anyway, Fuck it!” eventually sports feast ended, and the girl and I would never see again.

Until one faithful day I was walking on the corridor with my best bro, we were talking about whose boobs were the biggest in our class, and other guy stuff, we actually were going to cut class, but as I walking I accidentally saw the girl and her very annoying friends on the quadrangle of our school.

At that time I was really bored, and it’s been like how many months since the whole “Alexis incident”, so I was like, “Why don’t I date her? She seems good,”

I wanted to ask her name, but my manly pride prevented me from going any closer to her, After all the funny times I had with that girl, why the fuck did I not ask her name, so being a man I pussied out and just asked my friends instead if he knew the girl.

He said “yeah, I know her, her name is Chryssel, you like her?”

“Nah bro, I bet she’s just some dumb ass chick whose beautiful but stupid,” I said in reply with full of pride.

“You’re wrong bro, she’s actually super smart,” my bro told me.

I was taken back to the thought of me dating a smart girl, I was like “Bro I’m going to ask that girl out”.

“In your wildest dreams bro, she’s out of your league,” he told me.

“What do you mean ‘out of my league’?” I asked him.

“Dude, have you forgotten you’re not super smart,? How could you possibly get her?” He told me.

I stubbornly ignored my bro and looked back at the girl, but the girl wasn’t there anymore, therefore in order to know

who that girl was, I resorted to a thing called “The Internet”.

Given with the information my friends provided about the girl.

I was quickly able to find the girl…………