This was crazy, or maybe I was nuts. I suspected it bordered on obsession, but I couldn’t help myself. I had tracked them for weeks, observing them in their natural habitat. Occasionally my best friend, Josh would hang with me. Josh was an expert who often had them eating out of his hand. He gave me tips and offered suggestions, but in the end, I was on my own. Everything depended on my timing, my approach, and a little luck.
I moved carefully so I wouldn’t startle them. I become proficient at knowing where they would be, so I wasn’t always following them. One mistake and they would notice me and bolt. I couldn’t afford to spook them. After a week or two, I knew their honey holes, the places they might be, depending on the time of the day.
Today’s honey hole was the big field behind the gym.
Josh slid in next to me as I manned my hideout by the bleachers.
“Have you gone in for the kill?” he asked.
I glared at him, then shook my head.
“Man, you’re running out of time. What are you waiting for?”
“I’m waiting for my best shot.”
“You mean you’re waiting for her to be alone? Dude. They’re high school girls, they always travel in packs.” Josh shoved my shoulder, hard. “And I ain’t gonna be your date.”
I knew he was right, so I took a deep breath, walked over to Missy and asked her to the Prom.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer