It's February, 1995 and I'm in my English class when an announcement comes over the intercom at school saying that they are dismissing early due to the weather. At this point it is barely snowing, but the sky looks like a white fleece blanket has covered it. Apparently, they are calling for a significant amount of snow and all of the schools are sending kids home early. My mother came and picked me up, but she didn't take me home. She said that she didn't have enough time to take me home, and get back to work especially not in this weather. So I was subjected to spend the day at my mother's insipid office. I was certain I would die of boredom, but I was hell bent on maintaining my coolness factor by pretending to be a brooding, aloof teenager. I had an old book of Edgar Allen Poe's poetry that I carried around with me. I had only ever read a couple of his poems, and quite frankly I didn't understand much at all of what he was writing at that time. That didn't matter though because no one knew if I understood it or not, and I just thought it made me appear to be some sort of intellectual or something. Probably, I convinced a few people that I was far more sophisticated than I actually was at the time. However, what struck most people about me is that I did not look like the average 15 year old. Actually, one of my mother's co-workers thought I was the new temp in their department. I was often mistaken for being much older than I actually was back then. Of course it did help that I was wearing a bright red body hugging angora sweater and a silk Chinese flower print skirt that skimmed my curves in all the right places. It isn't as if I was trying to look sexy or anything, I went to a private school so clothing choices were limited. I was simply wearing my favorite outfit at the time. It isn't my fault that I was tall and well-endowed even at that age.What I thought would be a boring day wasted at my mother's office while all of my friends were home having fun turned out to be something entirely different than what I had expected.
I didn't notice him at first, I think he only worked a partial day or something, therefore was not there when I first arrived to the office and was introduced to everyone. But at one point I looked up from pretending to read my book of poetry and I caught a glimpse of him. My heart literally stopped, then skipped a few beats. I may have even been struggling to breathe. I couldn't tear my gaze away from him, but of course I didn't want to get caught staring like a drooling fool so I got up and walked to the soda machine to admire him from afar. I think I may have consumed about 6 cans of Coke that day all so I could walk past his desk and linger by the vending machines and watch him without him noticing me. Or so I thought. He noticed alright. I'm pretty sure the only person oblivious to the whole scenario was my mother, who is oblivious to most things in the world. That day went by slower than any other day of my life I believe. I'm actually grateful for that fact because I feel like I spent a lifetime with him that day, even though I know it was about 4 short hours.
The snow was coming down faster at this point and I doubt most of the adults wanted to be in the office working any more than I wanted to be there watching them work. They took a lot of smoke breaks, of course this was back when smoking wasn't so taboo. I would accompany them outside, at first I don't remember why, perhaps my mom didn't want to leave me alone at her desk or something along those lines. Later, I wanted to go because he was going with them. I didn't want to be too far away from him for very long.
His name is Treavor Corbin. He is 6' tall medium build with longish wavy hair and glasses. He dressed casually, yet appropriate enough for work. He was 19 years old and working part-time while going to college as well. He was almost an exact replica of Johnny Depp in the movie Don Juan DeMarco.
I didn't know anything else about him, but that didn't matter to me, I was infatuated the moment I saw him. That was me though, and typically, the feeling would likely not be mutual, and honestly I have absolutely no idea if it ever was, but part of me thinks on some level if I had "played my cards right" I would have had a completely different destiny. However I didn't exactly act with as much maturity and as I wish I had at the time, and I'm sure he picked up on that.
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