There are two boys I like that this story is about : Scott L. and Jesse H, and for safety reasons, their last names will remain a letter, and if you happen to know them, from the description, then I suggest you keep to yourself and not tell them. Now that's out of thye way, remember that events in this story are true and it's not a romance story of any kind, as the title implies, I don't end up with either guy, sadly. I really wish Scott was my boyfriend, but we feel different about things and he doesn't like me, Jesse is a smoker and cuts his hair a lot, so he's bald, but I've learned to accept that. I've decided to make chapter one about Scott.
Here's why I like Scott:
I've liked him since I had seen him this one day, it was a snowy one, and school had ended for the day. I was stepping out of the door and looked around the snow-covered school ground, with people waiting for their buses. I walk home, so I had some time to spare. I looked around the people huddled under the roof and saw that one of them was Scott; his brown eyes were so intense in the stark contrast against the whiteness of the snow, and he has these freckles on his face that make him even more adorable.
His hair is medium brown and shines when light hits it and looks a bit golden.
Oh, and I should mention that his hair is almost always in a fringe, and it hangs over his right side of his face. He has cut it a few times, but it grows back slowly. his smile is warm and makes you smile. His head reminds me of a chestnut.
His face is hard to describe, but it's like a rounded oval, and his freckles are on his cheeks. He sometimes wears those hipster glasses, which look totally hot on him and he almost always wears a maroon The Hundreds hoodie and khaki pants, but one hot day, he wore a Dexter t-shirt and jeans I think. I also saw him wearing a green plaid shirt and he looked amazing.
When he isn't wearing his hoodie, it's usually a plaid, dark coloured shirt or a band tee. His also is a really amazing artist. That made me cry one day, I heard his friends talking about how good he was. Oh yeah, I sit up front, and he sits in the back, anyways, I glanced back to look at his art and felt that he was so talented, smart and beautiful and yet, he didn't like me, and would never be mine.
He looks like some of those Tumblr boys, the way his face, eyes and hair are, that when I see him, in my head I call him "My Tumblr Boy" knowing that he isn't mine, yet in a way he is, if that makes sense.
His voice is in the middle of being deep and high, it's not that attention getting, but I have learned to identify it without looking at him.
He's about 5'8 and I'm around 5'9 so he's a bit shorter than me, I don't mind. He is normal build, and his legs are a bit skinny, but not so that it's unattrative. His lips, Gosh Darn, they are pink and look so soft and I really want to kiss them, but won't get to.
I love almost every thing about him, except the fact that he swears and might go to parties and has good friends, and they are people that smoke and drink and swear.
I like this boy so much, that I even pretend that one of his friends is gay with him, which is entirely not true, but I'm so disappointed that he doesn't like me, I've jumped to conclusions as to why and that was one of them. He probably just doesn't want to get to know me.
He is mostly quiet and is on his phone in class and I have looked at him many times when he's like that :) He also listens to music and shares his headphones with his friends, and man, I wish that I could know what he's listening to and be the one who is sharing with him.
I haven't spoken to him much, but did ask him to take my survey for our Sociology class project, cause yeah, he's in my class! I also once said Hi to him, and he said it back :D
He is a truly wonderful creation and I'm so gald God made him. Scott doesn't currently have a Facebook, but sometime if he does, I might post a picture of him.
Well, this is the end of my sad story about how my crush doesn't like me back, maybe I will add more later. The next chapter will be about Jesse.
Update: I asked Scott to sign my yearbook, and he said "sure" or "okay" I don't remember. He opened it and was thinking of something to write, and he looked adorable. I was the only other student there, and the teacher was there as well, it was the end of Soc class and my last chance to ask him. he said that it was hard to think of something. ('cause he barely knew me ) well anyways, I looked at his pink lips when he was saying that and looking down at my book and really wished I could have kissed him, but I'd never be that brave and the teacher was there. He ended up writing this: " Hey Rachael, Good Luck after High School - Scott :)" what's that mean? lol, awesome and simple and basic.
And totally unrelated, but Mmmm, when he bites on pen caps or a pen, my gosh I wanted him soo badly <3
He goes to University now and I went there once, on a tour with my school and as I was leaving, I was in a car, I swear that I saw him waiting at the bus shelter and I was like" omg, is that Soctt? It looks like him, *sighes* I love him*" that was the last time I saw him, around October 2013
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The Boys I Can't Have :(
Non-FictionBasically, my high school crushes and others I deem too unattainable or would otherwise be seen as "Invisible" or "Just a friend" and I wrote these because, while I love a good romance novel/story, I hate how they have the tendency to make things an...