Matthew leaned against his school locker and looked at his notifications from his social network sites on his phone. Nothing too interesting. He put it in his pocket and watched people shuffle past him. That was more interesting.
There went Zachary. He was in the same class as Javier and Robert, sophomores like himself.
Bethany was running late for band practice, as usual. He didn't like playing his guitar at school. They didn't have any songs worth playing. Worship was enough practice for him.
Bobby and Tina, linked arm in arm, were talking about the school dance next month. He'd forgotten about that. He hated the school dances. Church events were more fun and "PG" rated. Even then though, both had him worry about finding a date, something he hated thinking about.
It was a complicated topic with him. Girls were fine, and he liked dating, when he had done it in the past. He had reached the point in his life now when he wanted to start dating seriously, not with some girl that would stick around for longer than a month. His life didn't have to revolve around dating. God came first, so he wasn't too concerned about it. There was only one girl he was interested in knowing better and being seen as her date, and she was already dating someone. Even if she wasn't, he wasn't sure if he could date her. She gave him so much heartache and caused him to do things he regretted. Then again, maybe the only reason he felt that way was because he cared about her so much. Caring about someone like that couldn't be healthy.
His stomach flipped again. The perfect reason why he didn't concern himself with dating. He had plenty of time to worry about it later.
"You didn't have to wait for me, Matt," Donna grinned as she walked out of history class.
"I know," he gave a slight smile. "I didn't mind."
"I stayed after to talk to the teacher."
"Nothing about a poor grade, I hope."
"Na, nothing like that. I was asking him to look at my notes for my essay. He gave me some ideas."
"Cool, now you know you'll get a good grade since he helped you."
"I have to write the paper first," she rolled her eyes.
Matthew and Donna talked like that until Matthew dropped her off at her house and walked the rest of the way to his own house, deep in thought.
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