Too Much

    He should have known what he was getting into. He should have known.
    The door swung shut behind him as he entered the bathroom, the soft thud that it made the only audible at that hour.
    He knew what kind of girl she was. That was the worst part about it. He knew that she was just naturally open to people, that she told those same “secrets” to every other boy that she met. He also knew that she met a lot of boys, and on quite a few occasions.
    He just couldn’t help himself. She was just so...so her. He couldn’t describe it. All he could do was try to suppress his feelings before they came back to bite him.
    The cool water felt good against his face as he splashed himself with some. He stared at his reflection, just listening to the faucet run.
    She was a walk on the wild side, all right; always out partying and raising hell. Ran with the right crowd, and was really sweet, but always ended up somewhere doing something. She never really took a second to just relax, to take everything in, to smell the roses, so to speak.
    And that’s all he ever did. Sure, he went to parties, but never her kind of party. That wasn't really his thing. His friends all called him weird for it, and maybe he was.
    He splashed his face a couple more times before taking some soap to it.
    What he found hurt the most was that he thought they had a chance. He so wanted to get to know her, to be hers, and for her to be his, but it was painfully obvious to him that she just wanted to be friends. Well, at least at that moment. A few hours ago he thought he stood a chance. He was wrong.
    But it wasn’t really anything that he faulted himself for; he was who he was, and although it seemed like a good reason, he wouldn’t change that for a girl in high school. That didn’t stop the hurt, though.
    He just couldn’t keep up with her. She was too fast for him.
    He shut off the faucet and dried his face with a towel. His reflection’s blue eyes matched the intensity of his own, although they didn’t show all of what he was feeling. Sighing to himself, he switched off the lights and left.
    She was just too much for him.