I won’t lie and say I didn’t want them to stare at me. I knew I looked good without my shirt and just wanted a little ego boost. I walked down t...e stairs and paused at the bottom to see if I could hear what they were saying but they made sure to keep their voices down.I went into my parent’s room and started the shower to warm it up before I stripped down and climbed in. I stood motionlessly just letting the water pour down over me as I started to mentally prepare for my game. I closed my. A good cup of coffee would be nice, she reasoned. Feelingoddly exhilarated, she carefully exited her car, again draped her pursestrap over her shoulder, and with heart pounding entered the store. Itwas empty save for the two barristas and one customer, a blond womanwearing a nurse's uniform."How may I help you, ma'am," asked the Starbuck's worker, a youngHispanic girl with shoulder length black hair and sultry dark eyes. Atfirst Michelle was confused; she'd never before been addressed as. If a classmate was smarter than he was he made fun of them for being a Nerd. If they were into computers and smarter than him they were a Geek. Of course he was a Jock so naturally was better than the common herd. All of the beautiful people told him so and he believed them and his parents completely about that aspect of his life. Athletic, handsome (or beautiful) people deserved deference from the masses, especially when they were from the economically or socially elite.When Susan got to the. I handed him a serviette that accompanied our drinks t wipe the tears.As he sobbed he uttered half intelligible words like, sorry, ashamed, foolish all were repeated over and over.I watched him like i might a sad TV programme. I felt for him in his anguish. My eyes moistened. Tears ran down my cheeks too. My mascara must have run at that point because when I freshened up later I saw the tell tale black smudging down my cheeks.He saw my tears, and that set him off again... he repeated that he.