Living next door to a hot guy was cheesy. I'd find books and movies about how a girl has this "hot neighbor" and they either grew up together or they magically just "fall in love".
No no no. That's not how it was at all. Sure we did take the same bus through freshman and sophomore year. Getting on at the same and him not even acknowledging my existence which I was sadly used to. But that's just how it was.
Then junior year came and we both drove so we no longer really saw each other.
I mean a few times in the halls here and there that was it. Every time it seemed as if he drew his attention to something else like some sort of magic trick I could never really understand. But I mean hey, he wasn't the only guy out there.
But with each year I find my heart still skip a beat when I did see him. I never questioned it.
Well until now.
YOU ARE READING
clandestine
Teen FictionSomeone you look for in a crowded room. But once he found me in it he thought it would be best to look away. - clan·des·tine klanˈdestən,ˈklandesˌtīn/ adjective kept secret or done secretively, especially because illicit.
