Second Chances Chapter 5 Going through the motions Part 2
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I eventually found my English homework. I skimmed it to see what
Christina wrote before I handed it in. It went completely over my head.
Either she's a better student than me, or that is literally the same BS I
wrote 20 years ago.
I was able to follow along with the rest of the class and it triggered
long forgotten memories. I was called on once. I BS'ed something about
fake culture and Holden Caufield's pessimism. It wasn't hard honestly.
After all, I came from a year that society had regressed into hiding
behind social media and presenting a different version of their life in
all of their pictures. Everyone was a "phony" on Instagram. My own
Instagram feed was full of my ex-wife's friends who stage their
"candids". I bet the teacher didn't even appreciate my unique point of
view on the subject.
The rest of the morning actually few by without any major incidents. I
avoided getting called on the rest of English class or in Pre-calc. Once
I got into a groove, it was easy to forget I was in a girl's body, and
just went with the flow.
In AP Computer Science, we were given computer time to complete this
week's programming assignment. I was able to easily complete that by the
end of class. My only disappointment was it took me too long because all
of the tools I use at work on a daily basis didn't exist yet.
My teacher Mr. Perry, was quite impressed since that was supposed to be a
week long project. "That is impressive," he said. "May I?" he motioned at
the keyboard?
"Sure." I got up as he sat down at the computer and started scrolling
through the program.
"You used recursion?" he sound surprised. "Impressive. We won't cover
that until later in the year. Excellent work Christina."
I mentally patted myself on the back. It's nice to be given praise and
appreciated.
Next period was Lunch. I took this opportunity to find my locker. I knew
it was in the Marching Band member's wing near the Band room and
cafeteria.
I walked into the cafeteria so I can go through my bag. I stood at an
empty table and went through my stuff to see if I could find my locker
number. Hidden at the back of my binder was a postcard with the hand
written locker number and combination. "Thank God I don't throw stuff
away," I told myself.
Back into the hallway, I found my locker, and entered the combination on
the turn dial. I hate these things. Click. "Sweet. First try."
Inside my locker was my gym bag and some books for later in the day. The
inside of the locker had a few pictures taped to it.
A picture of Christina and Cindy at a football game. Christina was
dressed in the marching band uniform and Cindy was dressed in her
cheerleading uniform. It was likely taken recently since Cindy's a
freshman this year.
There was also a prom picture of Christina at what looks like the Junior
Prom. I didn't recognize the boy standing next to her. I went to the
Junior prom with a fellow marching band member. She had hinted heavily
that it was a platonic date so she could hang out with other friends who
were coupled so she didn't have to go by herself. I'm could only assume
Christina had the same arrangement with this dude in the picture.
And of course was a picture of Captain Picard. I'm sure most girls have
heartthrobs taped to their locker. I have the ultimate male role model. I
approve of Christina's choice here.
There was also a flyer tapped near the pictures. "Chrissy Demarco for
Class President." I chucked. I remember running. It was one of the few
times I tried to do something like that. I lost to someone much more
popular.
Ron approached me. "BK or Micky D's?"
Lunch. That's right. This was our routine. Ug. The thought of fast food
didn't sit right with me. I hadn't eaten at either of those restaurants
in a long time. As an adult my palette changed to other cuisines. I
didn't want to eat at any of those places. I had an idea.
"You know what I haven't had in a while," I said. "A decent New Jersey
pizza. I've been living off that Papa Johns poor imitation for the past
few weeks." Whoops. I said that last sentence out loud.
"What do you mean? But we had pizza yesterday," Ron said. "But we can do
it again if you really want. It's your birthday."
"Great! Thank you" I said, not elaborating on my mistake. I took the
wallet out of the backpack and deposited that in my locker. I slipped my
locker combination in my jeans pocket, and shut the locker door.
We walked out of the school and to Ron's truck. We drove to "Joe's
Pizzeria" which was really only a few blocks away from school. As we
walked in. The nostalgia. Now that is what I'm talking about. The smell
of halfway decent pizza sauce. The red and white checkered table cloths.
I ordered 2 slices and a Diet Pepsi. It was delightful and hit the spot!
The conversation between Ron and I was casual. We talked about our
mornings, our high school football team, the music we were supposed to
memorize for our field show. I'm glad this aspect of my relationship with
Ron hadn't changed. It really put me at ease.
There were times however that our eyes would meet and he would instantly
look away. Maybe my Mom was right about him having a crush. He can't have
a crush on me. He dated a number of girls senior year. He's married now.
I was a groomsman at his wedding.
After our meals, we drove back to school right as the lunch period ended.
I walked back to my locker - and was able to recall the combination
without checking my "cheat sheet". I pulled out the gym bag and headed to
the gym.
As I got to the gym I caught myself from almost entering the boys' locker
room. I cursed to myself. The girls locker room was on the other side of
the gym. I took a deep breath. "Here goes another first," I mumbled under
my breath as I push through the girls' locker room door.
Despite outwardly being a girl, I still felt like a guy and walking into
a girls locker room felt forbidden. I kept my head down and found a empty
aisle of lockers benches.
I put my bag down and opened it to see what I was working with. Another
marching band shirt similar to the one I woke up with. Maroon track
shorts. A blue sports bra. A padlock with key sticking out of it.
I took off the shirt. I tried to be suave and un-clip my own bra with one
hand. It took me a few attempts but I got it. I looked around before I
removed it from my chest. Nobody was around so I pulled it off and
quickly put the sports bra on. I had almost gotten used to the boobs
bouncing around in my bra all the morning. The sports bra's compression
actually made me feel a little more normal. I quickly put my gym shirt.
A pair of girls came into my aisle, lost in conversation and took off
their shirts. I couldn't help stealing some glances out of my periphery.
One girl was blonde and the other was brunette. They looked a little
familiar. They must be in my class.
One of the girls noticed me looking. "Jealous, geek?"
"Sorry. I was just lost in though.t" I tried to diffuse the situation.
The blonde rolled her eyes, sighed and continued talking to the brunette.
Cheerleading stuff perhaps? That would lead me to believe they might be
cheerleaders.
I decided to not dwell and quickly exchanged my jeans for shorts. I put
my other clothes back into the bag and stuffed it into an empty locker
and locked it. I walked out of the locker room without checking out any
more of my classmates.
I arrived at Gym class. Oh Fay was in my class. Nice. The blonde and
brunette cheerleaders arrived a minute after me. They were in my class as
well. Awkward.
When the Gym teacher announced that we would be going outside today and
playing softball I was excited.
"Sweet," I said to myself. I have some extra experience in this area. I
was the fastest base-runner on my company team. It was a source of that
confidence I gained in my adult life. After the games I met my wife while
playing flip-cup at the sponsor bar. It was a great time.
I visibly smiled. Its time to inject a little more Tony into Christina's
life here.
My smile faded slowly as my classmate's picked me last. Seriously people?
Don't you know what I'm capable of? At least I was on Fay's team.
In addition to being picked last, I was also last at the batting order
and my teammates stuck me out in center field. The one time a fly ball
got to me, I yelled, "I got it," but the the dude playing left field
ignored my statement and ran in front of me and caught the ball before I
could get to it. Ass.
When I finally got up to bat, Gym class was almost over. My team had two
outs. I've been in similar situations. Time to be a hero!
I swung and missed. How did I miss? My hand-eye coordination must be off
being in a different body. Different arms length? Heavier chest?
"Focus Tony," I told myself. The next pitch, my bat made contact with the
ball. The bat and ball was heavier than I was expecting. But it was a
line drive into left field regardless. I took off sprinting and got to
first base before the ball did. My team cheered. The pitcher looked
visibly surprised and yelled at his fielders for letting me get on base.
The next batter hit the ball right towards the base path between 1st and
2nd. As I was running towards second base, that friendly blonde
cheerleader scooped up the ball, ran at me and pushed me down to the
ground before I could reach second base. As I hit the ground, my glasses
went flying.
"Nerd," she taunted as she was high-fiving a few of her teammates.
A flight or flight response shot my adrenaline shot up. My fists balled
up. I was still on the ground. I wanted to do something. But I stayed
there looking up at her, unable to get back up. My legs were trembling.
The malicious smile she gave me as she towered over me. She turned around
and walked away just the class bell rang.
As the rest of the class started heading back to the building, Fay helped
me up and handed me my glasses. "Chrissy, are you OK? I'm sorry that
happened. Ignore Amber. She can be a bitch sometimes."
"Thanks," I said to Fay, hoping I successfully hid my voice from
cracking.
Memories of being bullied came flooding back to me. A tear fell from my
eye as a quickly wiped it away so neither Fay nor any of my classmates
could see me crying. Who did this Amber girl think we was? This isn't
what I had in mind for today. This was supposed to be my second chance.
The realization that this punk teenage girl just embarrassed an almost 40
year old man made me angrier and more dejected.
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