An Ordinary Me by Brooklyn Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

necessarily showing pity but that she couldn’t do anything to change the situation.
     
    “How you doing, Garrison?”
     
    “As good as can be expected.”
     
    “Is your mom doing any better?”
     
    “No, ma’am, but I don’t expect her to be. I only have nine months left till I’m off to college. I can hang in there a little while longer.”
     
    “Have you heard from the colleges where you submitted to? If I recall they were all schools in Texas right?”
     
    “Yes, ma’am, they are.”
     
    “Have you heard from anyone yet?”
     
    “No, ma’am.”
     
    “Well, that’s normal. We submitted them a little late having to wait for the transcripts but I’m sure you won’t have any problems getting in. Just stay out of trouble!”
     
    “Yes, ma’am.”
     
    I stand up to leave and hear her voice.
     
    “Garrison, please let me know if I can help you in anyway. You are a very bright young man and I want to make sure you succeed.”
     
    “Thank you, ma’am.”
    It’s nice to know there are some people that care for me.
     
    As I leave the office, I see Reese sitting in the courtyard. She looks beautiful as always. There hasn’t been a day in all the time that I have known her that she hasn’t looked perfect to me. Wait what in the hell… NO! I stare out the window and see Cannon with this arm around her. Even after this weekend? Out of all the guys, she has to like Cannon. The anger and rage is filling my body. There is no way I want her with him. Not my Reese. She is mine! Well… no actually she isn’t. I need to cool down. Reese is not mine. She has no clue as to how I feel about her.
     
    I see her get up and walk towards the door and I hightail it out of there. I can’t deal with this right now.
     
    Reese
    I get up from my seat in the courtyard to head into the school when Cannon came up to me apologizing, trying to put his arm around me to show me attention. Really? I can’t forgive him so quickly after how he acted at the party. I’m starting to see through the B.S. that he is trying to convince me of. I’m beginning to think everything Garrison said was true.
     
    Sitting at the lunch table I realize I hadn’t seen Garrison yet today. I wonder where he has been. I wanted to thank him personally for helping to take care of me at the hideous party. I was a mess. He has now seen me at my worst twice and still wants to talk to me. That says something about him for sure!
     
    Garrison was still someone I could not get my mind off of. He was a drummer and seemed so passionate. If I knew I was anywhere close to Garrison, I had to take a look to see him even if I pretended not to. He always had on his t-shirts, that fit his chest firmly, blue jeans and chucks. His shirt was never tucked in. His sloppiness looked like it was planned almost a perfect constructed style with probably little effort on his part. After observing him any chance I got I came to recognize he would wear a certain sweatshirt more often than not. I couldn't help but hope just maybe one day I could wear it when I was cold to smell him. I had gotten a whiff of his scent several times now, and he had a distinct smell that only belonged to him.
     
    Garrison was a loner. I knew he had friends because he was never alone but he was comfortable just being. He didn’t seem to have something to prove like Cannon did. Cannon was always putting on a show in case someone was looking and he had to impress his audience. Garrison on the other hand, seemed to care less about what others thought and seemed to zone out with this headphones in his ears tapping on whatever he was holding or on the table. Garrison didn’t seem to care what others thought of him whereas Cannon was always the leader. The “hey, look at me” guy.
     
    I don’t know how I could like two polar opposites.
     
    Garrison
    I spend two Saturdays a month doing what no other teen has to do. I check in at noon, have to fill out paperwork (the same paperwork every