Euphoric Innocence

🔹- Admiration

First days are always frightening. I never know what to expect or who to expect. But, what I definitely didn't expect was her. And by her I mean the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my entire life. Her vibe was different from the rest of the girls here. Maybe it was her style— I loved it because it was so similar to mine. Or maybe it was the way she let her hair flow freely around her beautifully shaped head. Or, maybe it was the smell of her sweet, vanilla perfume.

Whatever it was— it had me stuck to her like a magnet .

It all started when she walked into my first period class, History. She was a few minutes late, probably using that missed time to find the classroom, which, I'd have to admit, was a little difficult for me to find as well.

The first thing I saw was her hair. It was so... free. I loved it. And from there, it was the glasses she wore. I could tell they weren't prescription, they were fake, but they matched the outfit she had on. Her clothes were baggy, or, at least her pants were. They were khaki cargo pants, I'd be lying if I said they didn't match the ones I had on right now. Her shirt was a black crop top that barely rose above her belly button. On top of that was a khaki colored jacket. I hadn't even gotten a good look at her shoes yet when I heard her delicate voice echo throughout the room.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor," she said breathlessly. I could tell she'd been running, her labored breaths were kind of appealing to the ears.

"What a great first impression, miss...?"

"Analeese. Analeese Rosemary."

I couldn't really get a grasp on the words she was saying. So, of course. I wasn't able to catch her name when she told the professor what it was. Me being so stupid caused our exchange to be a bit more awkward than what I was expecting.

Now, by no means was I an extroverted guy. I'd be cool just sitting in my room listening to Chase Atlantic, The Neighbourhood, The Weeknd,  Melanie Martinez, or Labrinth all day. Yes, I have a bad music taste, trust me, I've been told that enough times, hence why my friends never give me the aux or let me connect to my bluetooth in their cars.

"Hey, excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?"

Was she talking to me?

"Uhm...."

"Is that a yes? Because I need somewhere to sit and I'd hate to draw even more attention to myself than I already have." she pleaded.

"Yes." I replied to her. My voice was quiet, but she still heard the confirmation and took her rightful place beside me.

Another trait to add on- she doesn't make fun of me after realizing how quiet my voice is. See, most people would say something like "Can you speak up?" or "I didn't quite catch that," when they heard me speak. I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable around them. Trust me, I've tried getting out of my comfort zone and in the end, I gained another reason as to why I should stay an extrovert.

"So, who can tell me about the Declaration of Independence? Just a few facts is all I need, nothing too much since it's the first day." The professor said, looking around the classroom for a volunteer.

I peered over at the girl who resided beside me. I really wanted to talk to her, but I always had a tendency to make conversations awkward. Honestly, fuck being shy.

"Analeese, how about you start us off today. Maybe you can redeem yourself."

Analeese. Analeese. I repeated her name over and over in my mind, letting it locate a place in my mind so that it could rest, assuring that I would never forget her name ever again. Because honestly, that'd be so embarrassing.