The Boy with Scars

Confidence in the Cafeteria

He's tall. Like, really tall. I'm talking at least 6'5. It's quite a sight to see, kind of like a museum exhibit. I enjoy watching all of the girls fall all over the tall dangerous boy. They're  like toddlers fighting for attention from their parent. It's sad. He's just a high school boy. A very tall, mysterious, good-looking boy. He has this sandy colored hair that falls ever so slightly over his bright blue eyes. HE'S like a museum exhibit. He always wears these tight black shirts that make every muscle pop underneath. He must work out every day for at least four hours to keep his physique. That is, because he eats enough for three people every day at lunch. How is he not embarrassed? He's always around so many people that watch his every move, yet he shovels food into his mouth and doesn't give a damn about how they might see him. How does he do that? I wish I was able to have that confident. I just hide in the library all the time to avoid talking to anyone. I wish I could be different - more like him. I wish I was able to open up and be friends with everyone and not give a shit what people think. I want to talk to him, but I'm afraid of what could happen. I can't go through anymore drama. He wouldn't want to talk to a girl like me. Why does he always stare at me in the library? He's probably thinking of all the ways he can make fun of me to his friends, because that's what "popular" people do.