Mr. "Boyfriend"

1 | Confessions Are The Hard Part

Sometimes I wonder, why I'm named Hazel. My eyes aren't hazel, neither is my hair. Whenever I asked I'd be told that they chose the name in a rush. Even my name is a mess.

Now here I am, standing in front of another guy who seems to be just as messed up.

"Why the hell can't you date me?" The boy named Derrick demanded, eyes raging. His hair was flipped to one side in a mess, eyelids dark with makeup.

"I told you, I'm seeing someone." I said, tapping my foot impatiently.

"Who?"

"Someone who doesn't go to this school."
No more words were exchanged as he stomped away. Somehow, even the hot bad boys came my way. Somehow.
Blondes were popular, as in every stereotype. But I was not always like this. I used to have a few friends and barely knew anyone.

Sad part is, nobody liked me until I went through a dramatic change. Just three years ago, I was a scrawny, brace faced, short, freckled girl.

Now, I'm 5'6 with my braces gone, freckles that disappeared overnight and a great tan. My body has the "right amount of everything and a dazzling smile along with striking deep blue eyes", as stated by a honour's class boy who had a major crush on me. Apparently he loved Shakespeare and he recited some lines from Romeo and Juliet as well. It wasn't that great. You could tell it wasn't one of his strengths.

My mind turned off and I entered the cafeteria, smelling the pasta from miles away. I sensed a cool chill sweep past me as Morter Khan walked next to me.

"Why the hell can't you date me?" He mimicked, with the same facial expressions and anger.

"Cut it out." I jabbed my elbow into his ribs and he stopped, replacing his voice with chuckles.

"Sometimes I wonder how you do it. I mean, if I had that many guys come to me, I'd swoon and die." He feigned fainting in front of me and I snorted.

"I'm sure you would. Now where's  Meg?" I scanned the tables and found her flirting with the soccer team captain, Bryan Lowry.
We made our way to her and heard a bit of the conversation.

"Come on, you know I can make you feel a million times better." She bit her bottom lip and gave her signature seductive wink.

I coughed a bit and she stared up at me with her mature, hazel eyes. I wish she was named Hazel and I could be Meghan.
"I'll see you around then, if what you say is true." Bryan brought his arm to her thigh and she slapped it way.

"Not now." She said smoothly. With that she stood up and we left to our regular spot.

"He's a pain in the arse." She brushed off the spot he touched her multiple times as if it was infected.

"What's the point of entertaining him then?" I ask.

"Oh, you know there's always a reason." She winked and I rolled my eyes. The girl always said that about all of them.

"Anyways, you rejected Derrick, the hot rocker dude with a temper?" Her facial features worked into mocking shock.

I nodded, casting my eyes down. Her chuckle was humourless, making Morton elbow her.

"Honestly, I don't know what your going to do. Just forget about the dude you keep thinking about." Once again she sighed.

Determined to keep up the act, I set her straight. "You know he will always be on my mind. Maybe we will meet one day."

On the inside, I felt horrible. You aren't supposed to lie to your friends about relationships. At least I didn't give them the same lie I gave everyone. Instead I told them he was my longtime crush.