In class, I noticed her.
She was cute, she had developed lots since the last time I saw her.
She was a nice girl, but no guy really paid attention to her.
Insecure about it—probably.
She would be easy.
She dropped her pencil, so I picked it up for her.
When she looked at me, I tried to keep eye contact—
But there were other parts of her I was more concerned with.
"Hey." I said softly.
"Hey." she giggled.
I didn't even say anything funny. God, I hate it when girls do that.
She's desperate.
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YOU ARE READING
Perspectives.
Roman d'amourno, I don't like you. actually, I hate you. but I swear- if you look at him again-
