you talked to her today. when she wasn't alone, she was usually surrounded by her 'friends.' you wanted to talk to her alone.
you were on your way to find her when you bumped into her.
"can i ask a favor?" you asked.
"what do you need?"
"i was wondering if you could tutor me in english? it's not my best subject and i...well i saw how you did on the last test and i...i thought maybe--"
"yes," she said cutting you off. it was nice to know that someone wanted her help.
she realized that being around her made you nervous, but she didn't know why. and for some reason, it made her smile.
YOU ARE READING
Blonde Girls
Short Storyshe never spoke up for herself. everyone "loved" her. in their eyes she was the blonde that was pretty, dumb, and showed too much skin. Beautiful cover made by @starrgazing
