Never Ending Love

Chapter 1

        I woke up this morning thinking of Riker like I always do. At least I didn't have a dream about him again. I've been having those a lot lately. About us dating, talking, kissing and sometimes other things... Maybe I can get over him today. I mean after all he is just a person. He's not even famous. Then again I say this all the time.

        I say that I'll get over him and I won't like him anymore. That works for a while, until I see him. Until I see his sparkling green eyes and his beautiful smile. His hair that is curly and sways to the left some days, others to the right. I love the brown curls that he is. Mainly because it reminds me of Harry Styles. I just wish he would look at me like that.

        I walked into the school excited about the math test. Yes I like math so therefore I will get excited whenever there is a test don't judge me. I went in the classroom and took a seat. About a minute or two later Riker walked in. Yep there it is. Definitely am not going to stop liking him any time soon. I looked down and tried not to think about. I then felt someone start playing with my hair. When I looked up I saw Riker standing above me.

"Hey Alyssa, do you have a pencil I could borrow?" Riker said to me. I always run out of pencils because of this exact reason. The way he plays with my hair and how his eyes sparkle I can't just say no.

"Sure," I responded even though that was my only spare pencil.

        As I was opening my binder to get him out one I felt his hand move from my hair to my back, gently rubbing it with his thumb. Why does he do this to me? It makes me want to be his girlfriend so bad. To just cuddle up to him while his arm is around me. I just don't know what it is that I'm feeling. Is it love? Teenage hormones? I gave him the pencil expecting a thank you considering the way he was acting but no. Instead he just walked off. I guess that's Riker. Once he gets what he wants he's done. Guess that's why every girl that he dates that isn't a hoe always gets their heart broken.

        I just wish that a guy would look at me and tell me how beautiful I am. Only a few guys have this year. And when they did they said it as a joke. Yep my ex-boyfriend didn't tell me that. That's why we broke up because of that actually. Other people say that to me like my friends that are girls and my mom's friends. That's what happened. Someone said I was pretty and I asked him why he never told me that and his response was that he didn't see it like they do. It doesn't bother me that much though I guess I just got used to it. I just don't understand why all of those ratchet ass hoes always gets called pretty. Nothing I can do about it though. I guess I'll just have to face it. I don't want to be like that so I guess that means I'll never be his.