His Secret Admirer

I peaked my head out as he opened his locker. I finally found out which one was his, after a few embarrassing encounters with a few of his locker buddies I figured out his locker was A 115. My carefully written note floated to the floor right in front of his feet. He seemed curious as he looked down at it.

I knew this was so middle school, slipping a love note into your crushes locker, but I had no other choice. He was a senior, and I was just a newbie freshmen, there was no way I could just go up and talk to him. 

I could barely see his face as he read it, though I did notice that he mouthed the words when he read it. A mixture of embarrassed joy and utter confusion was the best way to describe his face. He had a slightly blush, like he was trying not to, and his eyebrows furrowed together as he reread the note. Why was he so surprised? He probably heard of girls who had crushes on them. It couldn't have been something new to him. Just yesterday I heard some juniors talking about him.

He wasn't the most popular, or the best looking in the school. Though I found that he was the best looking, caring guy. He had  brown eyes that had a little twinkle in them when he laughed with his friends, his hair was a little strange though. It was black, it was straight but looked like he straightened it, he had side bangs that sometimes hung in his right eye. It wasn't a style most guys chose, but it suited him. He was tall, but not a giant tall, I'd say about between 6 foot to 6'2. He had straight teeth that were white, but not movie star white that looked like they were bleached.

I did know he could have throw out my note at anytime, I thought he would. Thinking it was a prank or just some fan girl. When he slid it in his folder so no one could see it I almost squeaked with excitement. He kept my note! I skipped back to class, not realizing I was going through A hall. Accidentally bumping into someone. Landing on my butt, I gave an embarrassed laugh not looking up, quickly standing up.

"I'm really sorry" I started. "I wasn't really looking..." My voice faded as I looked into the same brown eyes I've been obsessing over since the first day, I was staring straight into the eyes of Aidan Jones. He had an annoyed scowl on his face that softened a little when he saw, which  must have been, my completely terrified expression. He just mumbled something inaudible and walked passed me, my head now hung low as I rushed to get to my next class.

Gosh, that was so embarrassing! I made a b-line for C7, which was my biology class. Quickly taking my seat and hoping my face wasn't beat red or still in shock-terror expression. Luckily no one noticed or didn't care, while Ms. Johnson started the lesson my mind started to wander. Why would Aidan Jones keep my note. . .