Free writing..
He finds it odd. People and studies tell him that he is supposed to be a sex-crazed addict. He is supposed to think about sex every three seconds, but he finds it hard to imagine sex that many times throughout the day. Is he normal? Will people think him to be gay? Does he think about girls? Yes, he does in fact. Well, only one girl in particular, Devyn.
He remembers the first time he thought about her. It was during roll call in his sophomore year when Mrs. Willow called out her name, "Devyn Harvey?" Now this would not have normally drawn his attention until he responded, "here." in the sweetest voice possible. It was light and delicate, as a fresh spring bloom, not completelty developed and still so young. He turned around and sure enough, he was a she. Devyn caught his glance and smiled. He turned back to face the teacher and realized how stupid he was. He didn't smile back at her. What if she thought him to be rude and unkind. His mother had always taught him that when someone smiles, to always return the gesture. Even when his crazy great aunt LeAnne smiled at him as if he was dessert.
As he began to turn his head, Mrs. Willow firmly stated, "Mr. Elliot, would you care to share what in heaven's name is so interesting you must look away from the board?" He didn't care one bit to share that he felt he should give Devyn her smile back, so he shook his head feverishly. He kept his eyes firmly on the board the remainder of class. Once the bell rang, Devyn stood up and gathered her books and was obviously waiting for him, but he ran out of class only to forget his messenger bag. He just left it there and headed to his next class anyway and used it as an excuse to leave five minutes into his history class.
That was the first of many thoughts about Devyn. She tried plenty of times to pursue him, but he always cowered away. He didn't feel up to it. All the pressure from being the oldest at home and having to set an example for his younger brothers was hard enough. It was the normal type of pressure either. His dad wondered why he wasn't out picking up chicks or playing sports. His dad was constantly trying to get him to drink beer and discuss how young girls are much better than old hags. Easier to conquer and easy to forget. He never felt that way. He didn't want to party or be a football superstar. He wanted to take the time necessary to figure out what he wanted without ruining his brothers futures in highschool.
Devyn gave up after Halloween when Cormac Brevers asked her out. Not that he cared or anything, but it seemed thoughts of her only increased. He figured she realized what he already knew, that he wasn't good enough for her.
*This is just free lance and no editing! What do you think? Should I continue with it? I am hoping to do more short starts on here! It helps me develop myself and get more creative. And frankly, I like to write on the spot rather than brainstorm. Thanks in advance! Yes, you are not supposed to know his first name yet. I haven't come up with a worthy one :)