Love is gonna get you killed

Greek God

17 years old

It was the first day of senior year in High school. The day I first saw him. Me and my best friend Hannah were having lunch at the café. That's when he appeared. I think that he had come from another school because I had never seen him here before. He and his friends were sitting a table beyond ours. He was really good looking I have to say. Without knowing, I was staring at him over three minutes. THREE DAMN MINUTES. And yeah obviously I got caught. I suddenly turned my head back and continued talking with Hannah. After a while, I turned my head back to him to see if he's still staring. I definitely shouldn't have done that. He looked me with a smirk on his face and winked at me. I was shocked. Who does he think he is? Because I thought he was kinda hot and stared at him for a minute, doesn't mean that I was attracted to him. Relax boy, you're not like a greek god or something.

During our lunch time , he was staring the whole time and whenever I turned my head, he looked immediately behind like something never happened. He was a very strange boy I have to say. To be honest, I stared a few times too but can you blame me? I mean he was a very attractive boy, or should I say man? He looked so mature. I wonder what's his name • what's his past. For some strange reason I wanted to know everything about him. I felt like something was connecting our completely different lifes and trying to make them one. So I went straight up and asked him if he wanted something because he was staring at me again.<< Excuse me, are you talking to me?>>

<<Of course I'm talking to you, who else would I be talking? Now cut off the crap and tell me why you were staring>>

<<Wow easy young lady, I wasn't staring at you>>

<<Yes you were, I saw it>>

<<Whatever>>

He and his friends just left like that. <<Whatever>>. That was his only response. Neither he denied that he was staring, nor he admitted it. Anyways, I didn't have all day to deal with some jerk that decided to be the next wanna be pretty boy in our school. I hate to admit it but he was actually a pretty boy. He was so tall and his brown mysterious eyes had been engraved deep down in my memory.

Although the staring thing bothered me a little, I think I overreacted a bit. I mean come on, of course I want to attract others but I don't know what happened this time . Hannah immediately knew something was off and asked me straight up <<What happened there Lottie?>>

<<Nothing>>

<< Oh come on , I saw it too. There was definitely a spark between you two>>

<<Whatever you say>>

I couldn't help but smile because I knew very well that I liked him a bit. So did Hannah. I swear this girl knows everything.

<<Why don't you try to talk to him?>>

<<Are you crazy? I would never do that>>

<<May I ask why not?>>

<<Because. It wouldn't feel right>>

<< You don't know that>>

<<Hannah come on, I can't just go over there and start talking. This would be ridiculous>>

<<As you wish>>

I really wanted to go and talk to him though, but I couldn't. I had to make something up so I could get the chance to bump into him again.