***Part 2 Coming Within The Next Week***
18-year-old Hannah was a close acquaintance of mine during my senior year of high school. An introverted member of our academy’s soccer team, she did well at academics, and was planning to obtain a nursing degree at a local college in the area. I had known her since my early adolescence. But the fact that we partook in different friend groups caused me to never become that close to her.
Her perceived androgynous facial structure and short hair likely saved her — stunning — beauty from a disproportionate amount of male adolescent attention. Many men in our class openly chalked her up as a lesbian. She had briefly dated a guy during her sophomore year, although I assumed that this was because she was closeted in a predominately socially conservative region of the country.
I was secretly infatuated with Hannah despite the ambiguity surrounding her sexual orientation. Her face was sharp and defined: a square jaw, high cheekbones, freckled, and covered in fiery red hair. A divisive look for a women; yet, exactly my type. So I internally smiled when I discovered that she was assigned to be in an AP governmental course that I was enrolled in.