Closer Than You Think

I dread History class. I absolutely hate it. There are two reasons for me to hate History Class.

1. It's boring.

2. Brian Dawson sits behind me.

Brian Dawson is most annoying person I have ever met. Brian will do anything and everything to bug me. Everytime we are caught by our history teacher, Mr. Pier, Brian talks his way out of trouble. I get to deal with the punishment alone.

Today, Brian Dawson is throwing paper balls at my head. I'm gripping the sides of my desk, telling myself that it would be bad to do something to Brian. It's not working. I try to concentrate on what Mr. Pier is saying. It does not work.

I let out a shaky breathe before turning around in my seat. Brian has continuously thrown paper balls at me for forty-five minutes. I have had enough.

"Bri-" I am cut short by Brian.

He threw a paper ball at my forehead. "Brian!" I screech before lunging across the desk.

I don't get very far. My chair and Brian's desk is in the way and Brian leaned back. I never would have made it.

"Ms. Jackson! Principal's office now." Mr. Pier bellows. I'm surprised the man had it in him. Normally, Mr. Pier is meek and a push over.

I pull myself off Brian's desk and gather my things before being escorted out by Mr. Pier. When I tell the principal and Mr. Pier that Brian threw paper at my head during class, they laugh. Nobody believes me. For my "poor excuse", I get a detention.

I enter the detention room and greet Mr. Mayberry. He usually holds the detentions.

"What was it this time, Ms. Jackson?" Mr. Mayberry asked genuinely curious.

"He was throwing paper balls at my head again. So, I tried to strangle him." I say nonchalantly, taking my seat.

Detention starts and everyone becomes quiet. I twiddle my thumbs and think up ways to execute my revenge for Brian. Unfortunately, the plans would never be able to leave my imagination without an extremely large amount of money. I continue daydreaming until my time is done.

I wave goodbye to Mr. Mayberry, before walking out of the room. The halls are quiet and empty because school had ended an hour ago. I turned the corner to head home, only to be stopped by a hard chest.

"Oomph. So- Daw…Dawson?" I sputter out.

Brian's hands steady me and he looks down at me in a seemingly condescending way. He gives that dazzling crooked smile that is rarely used.

Brian Dawson may be a pain that no amount of medication can get rid of, but he is handsome. His chocolate wavy brown hair is always in his face, giving me the urge to move his hair out of his beautiful grey eyes. Oddly enough, I have a small crush on my tormentor.

"Chelsea? Earth to Chelsea." Brian pressed, snapping his fingers in my face.

"What?" I snapped.

I was in no mood to deal with him. Especially considering that, he was the one that got me into detention.

Brian looked a bit hurt at my rudeness. Well, he deserves it. I thought. Does he really? Do you know the real Brian Dawson? My good side countered. I huffed. Of course, I knew the real Brian Dawson; he was an annoying class clown that had nothing better to than bug the ever living day lights out of me.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry that I got you into trouble. I didn't mean for it to go that far. I was going to see if I could take you to get an ice cream to make up for what I did. But never mind, you don't want to hear it." He asserted.

My jaw goes slack and I stand there in shock. Brian shakes his head and murmurs, "You never want to hear me." He stalks off. I really shouldn't have been rude. Ha! Told you! Say the voice in my head. I tell it to shut up. I don't need anyone to tell me I screwed up. I already know full and well what I did. You could always change that. The voice suggests.

Calling his name, I sprint down the hall to catch up with Brian. "Stop. Please." I pant after I reach Brian's side. He turns around and crosses his arms over his chest. He stares at me. The look itself reads, "What?". "Look I am sorry. Throwing paper at me and landing me in detention only made my bad day even worse." I explain. "And lunging across the desk trying to strangle you was not a good thing either. I am truly sorry." I mumble the first part, not entirely willing to admit that it was the wrong thing to do. "Is that ice cream offer still up?" Hoping that I hadn't pushed it too far.

Brian looks at me for bit. I can visibly see his features soften. We both sighed, relieved.

"I forgive you, and yes the offer is still open." He responds after almost a minute of silence.

I smile and Brian slings an arm over my shoulders, guiding me to his car. The car is filled with an awkward silence. It was a long time before Brian turned up the music.

"You like New Found Glory?" I asked, astonished that someone other than me liked the band.

"Yeah, the guys hate it when I drive because I don't have rap. I didn't pin you as a Glory fan." He responds.

"Totally, they're one of my favorite bands." I raved.

Our conversations traveled on. If we lapsed into a silence, someone would say something random which would start a new round of questions.

It was the start of a new friendship.

I started to forget that I was talking to Brian Dawson, the annoying twerp that threw paper at my head. He started to become Brian, a cool, sweet, dorky boy. The more I hung out with Brian, the less he irritated and messed with me. If he were to poke or throw a piece of paper at me, it was to get my attention. Slowly, I forgot who I thought Brian Dawson was and saw him for who he actually was.

Today was our ten year friendship anniversary. To celebrate, we had spent the whole day at an amusement park, having fun.

I was blindfolded waiting for the car to stop. Brian said that he wanted it to be a surprise. After what seemed an hour, we stopped moving. Brian tells me to stay still and he'll come get me. I huff. Truth be told, I am not patient. Brian helps me out of his car and guides me to a spot. He slowly takes off my blindfold and reveals a picnic by a lake, which we had hung out at in the summer. I turn and smile at Brian.

"How did you do this?" I ask in wonder.

"That is a secret that you are not going to find out anytime soon." He states quite confident.

I raise an eyebrow, knowing that he had his older brothers help him.

"I love it." I gush.

Brian has our favorite foods prepared and everything seems to be perfect. After we finish our meals, we lay on the shore lake staring up at the stars.

"Why did you torture me all those days?" I whisper, breaking the comfortable silence.

Brian sits up and I do the same. He rubs the back of his neck nervously and stares at the sand before saying anything.

"What would you say if I did it because I just wanted to be noticed by you?" He replies.

I blink a couple of times. Brian Dawson, a popular boy, wanted to be noticed by me, a girl who was not part of the social ladder.

"Why me?" I ask incredulously.

"You're an amazing, smart, cute, spunky girl who is above me. You tell everything like it is. You don't try to be something that you're not and…and…. You're just amazing." He raves, while I stare at him in astonishment.

"Nobody has ever been this nice to me. Nobody has called me all those things. Not a single friend or even a boyfriend. Brian Dawson, you are the most amazing person anyone could ask for." I tell him. "Maybe just maybe you were supposed to annoy me to the point of insanity. I think we were meant to be together."

A/N: Thank you for reading. I just wanted to put this up and see if people would read it.