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I've always wanted someone the opposite of me. Someone that would cry. Someone that had so much emotion they couldn't contain it, but they could control it. Someone that would cuddle with me and someone I could easily listen to. I didn't talk much: I rarely ever talked. I didn't have the outgoing personality and I simply didn't want it. I wanted to curl up with a book and some music. I learned being social only hurt you. If you had a best friend, they would back-stab. If you had siblings, they would steal attention. If you had a boyfriend, they would cheat. That's why I'm "anti-social" as Roxanne would like to call it.
I had been home-schooled for I don't know how long, Roxanne or Terry didn't teach me. With all that money, they hired a tutor. He gave up a few days ago right before school ended because I wouldn't communicate or so he said. I had a different tutor almost every school semester, but this one was different he was weird and smelled funky. Let me tell you, that's not my problem that man does not know what a shower is. He also stayed on the other side of the room because I held my breath in and he thought I was having a fever: no, I was holding my breath in because he smells like a dirty orange.
"Cheer up, Ev! It's only high school!" Roxanne screeched. She didn't know a thing about high school. She spent those years in between legs, not books. I rolled my eyes at her and kept my eyes on the passing things going by the window.
"Your so difficult!" She groaned. I kept silent, knowing if I opened my mouth I would regret it. We finally arrived at the school after a long ride of her yapping about boys, shoes, and "Don't have sex without condoms! You'll get pregnant!"
I stared, wide-eyed at the school, seeing a smug look on Roxanne's face from the corner of my eye. It looked horrid from the outside, I couldn't imagine what the inside would look like. It had tons of teenage boys with girls on their sides, fancy looking cars, and one boy stood out. He was all by himself, reading a book with ear buds in. He had on a beanie and he looked like an angel. Not to also add, the sun was sorta shining on him through the leafs of the tree he sat under.
"GIRL! Are you gonna sit here or get out?" A shrill voice asked. I took notice that it was Roxanne's. I replied with a noise that sounded like a growl mixed with a groan as I got out of her car.
"Bye, love!" She blew a kiss at me. The thing that bugged me about Roxanne the most was that she was in her 40's and she acted 21 or tried.I gave her a smile that felt pathetic, it probably looked pathetic. I kept the look on my face as she backed out and drove away. When she finally left, I let the odd facial posture fall into a frown.
My mind told me to walk into the school and get my books, locker number, and all those other things people needed for high school, my heart told me to stand from a distance and swoon over him, and my feet didn't tell me anything, they took action and before I knew it I was standing infront of him. Apparently, he noticed my gray knee socks because he looked up from his book and took out one of his ear buds waiting for me to talk. I shuffled on one foot to the other and blushed majorly. I finally waved at him shyly. He let out a chuckle and waved back. I didn't say anything, I kept silent and bite down on my lip.
He finally spoke, "You don't talk much, do you?" He asked. I hastily shook my head no.
"Well, that's different. I thought girls loved to talk. At least, they do at this school." He smiled, letting his dimples show. I gave him a sideways hand, rocking back and forth. Like, I heard, teachers do when they ask students, "thumbs up, thumbs down, or eh?" I put my hand down and started playing with the end of my skirt.
"Are you new here?" I instantly nodded my head.
"I've never actually been to a real school before...I've always been home-schooled." I mumbled and then, took a moment to process my words. I haven't spoke that many words to someone in a while. Why am I even talking to him? Stupid feet.
"So, I'm the only student you've talked to?" He let out a chuckle and started talking again, "Considering you hardly talk, I'll re-ask that. I'm the only student you associated with?" I nodedded my head again. I watched him stand up and dust off his pants. I looked at him curiously as he started walking towards the school. He stopped and looked at me.
"You coming?" He asked. I smiled and ran up beside him, following him into the school.
I tried to picture the perfect guy for me in my head. He had green eyes, curly brown hair, and dimples. He had a smile that could kill and eyes that could hypnotize. He was smart and cheeky. He was everything that I ever wanted and more.
They always told me opposites attracted. If you were different from the person you liked, it was more realistic. Let's be real, love isn't that realistic these days. It's all hook-ups and one night stands. He stood out. He wasn't really looking for love, he was looking for someone to listen. He didn't want someone to talk. I thought that postion was perfect for me, but I wasn't the best thing for anybody. I wouldn't talk or give you advice to help. I couldn't even help myself. That's why I didn't deserve him.
[[Harry Styles Fan- Fiction]]
