June 16, 2015.
Dear diary,
I was late again. Having to stay after to retake a test I failed was long forgotten when I found my name on the list of girl's who sucesfuly made the cheer team.
I was given strange looks as I tore through the hall, bumping into other student's and shouting an apology over my shoulder.
I raced down the street and breathlessly ran down the hill, coming to a hard stop at the sight of the boy sitting in my spot again.
I sighed, checking my phone. Six o'clock exactly.
My grip on my bag was tight while I cautiously sat beside him, silent as I did. I pulled my diary from my bag but didn't write.
I felt his eyes on me and suddenly I couldn't breathe.
I dared myself to look up and finally I did. His green eyes resembled a dream and from seeing them up close my admiration for them grew.
He thrilled me in a whole new way.
He looked back down to his book and there it was. The first one I've ever seen upon him. Something I've imagined him having, and what'd it take to get it.
A smile.
