Pretty love

First love

I never really had a real crush for someone. Not that I have a heart made of steel, but I always had the tendency to fall for the popular kid, and I was so invisible for everyone back in middle school. I was the clever little Asian girl, who had no friends since I skip an year in primary school. There wasn't a lot of Asian in my French schools so I was kind of being bullied :/, yeah not cool. The only two Asian in my school barely known any French, and were acting really dumb so I started to hate them and accused them for all the racist shit I went through.

But thankfully, I changed a lot in high school. I chose an international high school, the "Lycée International de l'Est Parisien", also called "LIEP", yep that's a real school, you can check it on Google Maps. Anyway, I was in the Chinese section an I kind of hated every Asian kids at first because of my experience in mu previous school and only hanged with people from the American section, but I quickly understood how stupid it was. They were all so nice to me, always look out for each others and I quickly became best-friend with a girl named Elodie. At first, I was kinda afraid of her because she would give you this judgmental look and her eyes were very severe, but after I came to know her she was just so sweet and kind, the perfect friend.

And there was this boy. I really didn't like him at the beginning, he was so smart and childish at the same time, it was so difficult to get along with him. His name was Anthony, and he would always debate on anything we ever talked about. He never agreed on anyone, it was so exhausting. How did I come to like him? Well, even though we never know what he is thinking, and even though he was the smartest, he would never look down on us, and never hesitated to help us. He also dressed pretty well and became so tall and manly, and before I could even realize it, I would find myself looking at him, searching for him during breaks, instinctively running to sit next to him. I think he believed that I only wanted him to give me the answers, and that he was pretty annoyed by me.

Well, he still was like any other crush I ever had, I wasn't planning on doing anything, just to spend some time together as friends.

But one thing changed everything.

Our school decided to do make Valentine's day a special event for everyone, where for 50 cents we could write a anonymous letter ( or not ) with a little heart shaped lollipop. I wrote a lot of letter for my friends, some fun letter, some sentimental letter for my good friends that had to support me through those three years. I though about it a lot, and why not send an anonymous letter to my secret crush? No one knew about my crush, so it was pretty safe. And it would definitely be fun watching him wondering who the sender is.

When THE day arrived, I received plenty of letters from my friends, and another one from an anonymous sender. I was so happy ! I though that I was a prank from my friends but they assured me that it wasn't, and while I was hoping  that it would be from him, something unexpected ( again ) happened, the popular kid of the school came to find me and told me that it was from him. He's name was Alex, and we were only talking to each other because while he was sitting next to me in French classe last year, I randomly asked him to teach me how to resell some pair of sneakers, as I wanted to make some pocket money. We became quite close and he would always tell me about all the girls that would pursue him. I had a little crush on him because of him good-looks, but I quickly lost interest because of his childish manners. But because he was helping me and teaching me how to cop, people alwayls thought that I had a big crish on him.

Anyway, that is so not the point. The point is, Anthony didn't talk to me all day after Alex told me that the letter was from him. Elodie even told me that he was askind around, askinf if I had any interested in Alex. He was starting to always come an find me with useless excuses, like what I would write for my senior year when we were only in february, or alwayls find a reason to discreetly look at my phone. Like, damn, what was happening ? I was sooo happy that I totally forgot about Alex. What a wonderful day.