This is what I call the reset.

The moment I realize I don't care about what people think, about who I'll hurt and etc. I do what I want and have a stable life for thirty seconds with someone else.

I was walking up the stairs to my homeclass (or register) with my friend and fellow baseball player, Charles. He was hogging the conversation while I plotted my plan to ruin lives.

We arrived late so we sat in the middle of the class. I looked behind while ma'am was doing the announcements and register. Ivory was having fun with Charles, running one hand through his hair and the other one secured in his hands.

Did I really want this?

Ever since I hit double digits I started dating. After a while the goal shifted from getting as many girls as I can to finding the one. You know, that mystical person that doesn't exist but someone is out there that comes darn close? Yeah, that's the one. You can probably tell how that search is going. Half of my relationships ended in the week they started. For those that went on for a reasonable amount of time (more than a week) I would analyze. The potential the relationship had, whether I can actually see myself with this person, whether I could avoid screwing it up.

One of them is always a no.

Then I would drop them and continue my search. There was always someone who made me laugh a bit harder, who stared into my eyes a bit deeper, who loved/liked me a bit more.

Ivory was definitely falling for Charles and as I watched, I started debating whether or not I could do this. Most probably, she would just end up a conquest and I didn't want that.

Ivory was special. She didn't fall for anyone easily. She didn't go to corners and make out with jocks, she didn't go on dates with nerds. So why was I going after her? Sure she was seriously funny and definitely beautiful. Her stare would always hold me in my place until she scrunched up her nose making me laugh.

She didn't deserve me. She didn't deserve me descending into her life to mess it up. Plus I still needed to go through her friends and Rebecca.

My eyes snapped back to reality and focused on her friends that happened to be talking to her while she was messing with Charles.

Lucky, or unlucky, for me only two of her friends were in our class:Rebecca and Katherine.

Rebecca caught me looking, looking around a few times to see if I was staring at her. She was a feisty girl that if given the opportunity would take you down a few thousand pegs. I guess it's expected with that saying about short people...

Though Rebecca can be sweet some of the time, Katherine on the other hand was completely brutal. Being on the softball team with Ivory made them both seriously athletic.

Katherine was known for losing her shit whenever someone took her on. With her height coupled with those chilled blue eyes, she made any guy (or girl for that matter) look downright dumb.

If I wanted Ivory, really wanted her, then I'd have to go through those two and probably four others. And these two were definitely not the worst in that group.

"Hey Ivory, mind if I walk you to class?" I asked while I shook off my previous depressing stupor. She looked at me like I was insane.

"You do know that we have literally all our classes together?" She grabbed her bag, leaving Charles with a scowl. Rebecca and Katherine were taking quick, careful glances.

"Yeah, I know that dumbass but I don't usually walk with you." I shrugged, trying to play it cool.

"How are you asking me if you can walk me and calling me a dumbass at the same time?" She asked, shoving me into the railing of the corridor.

I grabbed her shoulder to stable myself. "I want to walk you to class. Without your friends. For the whole day. Can I do that without falling over please?"

She looked at me like I'm the biggest idiot in the world and I was if I was doing this, right?

"Fine, just don't push me over please?"