Julian and Ariana

One.

Have you ever seen someone and just thought wow how are they so beautiful? Well I have. It was the beginning of junior year and the teacher was introducing a new student. He walked in with the most beautiful ocean blue eyes I've ever seen. His blonde, fluffy hair barely came down over his eyes. He stopped in the middle of the room, and then I heard the most beautiful sound I've ever heard as he introduced himself to the class. Julian was his name. Wow. Julian, how beautiful.

        "Ariana, come back to earth." I heard Mrs. Smith say after tapping on my desk.   Oh my goodness, did I just get caught daydreaming about my dream boy? I look around and see everyone silently snickering at me. I lock eyes with Julian and turn my head away so quickly I think I might have whiplash.

         By 4th hour, I'm still embarrassed. I told my bestfriend Esme about it and she laughed so hard she almost peed herself.   I can't get him out of my mind. He's like a Greek goddess with those eyes. He would never like me though. I'm 5'4 with curly blonde hair and crappy blue eyes . All I ever wear are baggy clothes because I don't like showing off my body. The only guy that has ever liked me is some random dude in Walmart that asked for my number and said I was hot. Then I caught his friends laughing and saying it was a joke so it doesn't even really count.

           It's the end of the school day and I'm at my locker packing everything into my backpack when someone taps on the other side of my locker door. I slam it shut, annoyed. Shockingly, I find Julian staring right back at me. He must see my face start to turn red because I see the corners of his mouth start to turn upward. "Movies? I'll pick you up 8pm. Don't be late." And he turns and walks away. I stand there in shock. What just happened?

          It's 7:48 and I'm freaking out. Esme says I should go. After all, he is my dream boy. I decided I would put in some mascara and brush my hair. I'm standing in front of a mirror in my baggy sweatshirt and pants. I walk over to my closet and see a red top at the back of my closet. I pull it out and put it on. It's a bright red crop top that makes my boobs look really good. It barely shows my belly button so I pull up my jeans a little. It's a date, Why not look good?

         At 8:00 o'clock on the dot my doorbell rings. I grab my wallet and phone and run down the stairs almost tripping. I stop in front of the door, run my fingers through my hair and open the door.