leila loreto's pov
there he was leaning against his locker, smiling that perfect smile of his. he had his arm around a short blonde who looked annoyed of all the boys. she doesn't understand how many girls would die to be in her position. especially me. he was samuel wilkinson also known as the coolest, hottest, and sweetest boy you'll ever meet. he was tall, had dashing brown eyes, with long eyelashes that suited him well, he had perfect soft brown hair, and his muscular built figure. he was the whole package, if you know what i mean. he is what you would call well known or "famous" because he makes music with his best friend nate maloley. they do rap & hip hop. i, on the other hand like to keep to myself, i talk to one of those boys and its jack gilinsky. he's sadly my only friend besides maggie. i read a lot of books, get straight a's, and go to library at lunch or eat with jack. samuel and i never talk, which breaks my heart. i wish i had the courage just to say a simple hello but i never talk to any of the boys really. they never glance at me, its like im not even there. a simple hello could make me happy for the whole week because it would mean my presence was acknowledged. jack calls me over to the group which makes my hands start to sweat. i lean on the locker next to jack and he puts his arm around me.
"ayo g you got yourself a fine lady" samuel says, winking at me. jack gives my arm a squeeze and smiles at samuel.
"this is leila, and shes just a friend" he says. samuel nods looking away from me and i feel as if I'm going to throw up. i get a ton of butterflies as samuel laughs at a joke that nathan made about a guy down the hall.
"he complimented you" jack whispered in my ear. thanks for stating the obvious jack.
"i know, i dont know how to feel" i whisper back smiling. i wipe my hands on my jeans because i can feel the puddles of sweat forming. he kisses the side of my head as he returns to the conversation with the boys leaving me clueless on whether i should join in or stay quiet. i decide it would be easier to stay quiet.
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good enough || s.w
Hayran Kurgu"i gave you all of me , but it still aint enough to make you happy" in which a girl will never feel good enough for the boy of her dreams
