I can start from day one, the day we met during a school basketball tournament where he was filming for his broadcasting class and I was following him around as the little cable girl who would rather much be somewhere else. He was slightly bossy and everytime he said something I would roll my eyes or pull a face behind his back. When our shift was over I was ready to bolt, but pretty eyes here decided "not so fast." I turned slightly, obvious to the fact I wasn't in the mood to talk, but he came over to me smiling. And I think from that moment, when he wasn't bitching or demanding me around, with him just walking towards me with that smile that I would one day love, that's when I realized he was really fucking cute. We walked together to the cafeteria, he asked me questions and carried on conversation, during shifts and after he'd smile at me and wave. But I mean I thought that was it, I didn't ever think we'd speak again after that, our paths had never crossed until that one night anyway, I'd never even seen him in the hall during school, and well, we were just two completely different people.
YOU ARE READING
Your(not so) Typical Teenage Love Story
Teen FictionIt's the same every time, isn't it? I meet a boy, they give me the slightest attention, I fall in love with his gorgeous eyes and drop dead smile, then I end up heartbroken and sad because I wasn't good enough. It's the same cycle and I keep putting...
