You are walking down the hallway, books clutched to your chest.
You were the quite kid.
Nobody payed attention to you.
Or so you thought.
You walk past one of the popular girls, and accidentally bump in to her.
"I-I'm so sorry!" You stammer, as you look up into her gorgeous blue eyes.
You think: holy shi- she is gorgeous!
You find your self staring.
The popular girl smirks, and shoves a note into your hand before strutting away.
Curious and confused, you open the note.
It says:
Meet me in the bathroom at the beginning of study hall.
Your eyes widen. Did she want to beat you up, or make out with you?
You had always thought she might be gay... she wore cuffed jeans, tons of rings, and always managed to make flannels look flashy and expensive.
Even if there was a chance she might trash talk you, or beat you up, you could never walk away with the guilt you could have made out with her.
You decide to do as she asks.
You have math, and then study hall.
All throughout math, all you can think about is her.
Her perfect blue eyes,
Her curled brown hair that bounced slightly when she walked,
Her flashy outfits,
And how she could be yours.
After math, you head to the girls bathroom
Butterflys flutter in your stomach
You enter the bathroom to see the popular girl leaning against the wall, smirking
"I- uh- hi" you stammer. You clear your throat. "Why did you ask me to come here?"
The popular girl took a couple steps towards you.
"Oh, you know exactly why, pretty girl."
Your heart is in your throat. Did she just call you pretty girl?
Her face is inches away from yours.
She puts her arm around you, pulling you in.
Your lips crash into hers, and you jerk away before melting into her touch.
Her kiss is passionate and aggressive.
You like it.
You like her.
She is yours.
