I Think I Always Will

World Culture

Today I had testing. PSATs. Oh the joy. Yes, I did pay $20 to take a pre-test that literally means nothing. But hey, why not?

Testing was all morning. By 12 o'clock, I was exhausted. But I still had my four regular classes to attend. Film was quick. Math was boring. History was a drag. And chemistry made no sense. Five minutes before the final bell rang, I was all packed and ready to go. Though just as my exciting thoughts about all the reading and tea-drinking I'd be doing when I got home, I received a text from one of my friends and group members of a film project. He needed me to stay after and help him to finish our project. Great.

I dragged my feet out of chemistry when the bell came and slowly trudged along to my film classroom, a computer lab. I arrived and sat down next to my friend. I threw my feet up on another chair I put in front of me and began reading.

This process lasted the entire hour that I stayed. Reading and answering yes or no to any questions he asked. So much for needing my help. It was now 4:05 and an event at our school called Taste of the World was taking place in the main commons, just a little ways down. My best female friend called me and told me to come meet her as she was by herself. I still had 25 minutes and decided why not.

I scurried my way to the overly crowded commons as I smiled and waved to the people I knew. I finally made it to her station on Guatemala in the very back. We stood for a while, waiting for people to come by and try her corn-cake she made, before walking around. I knew my best friend was here as we were speaking about it earlier during lunch, so all I had to do was look for the one overly tall head full of brown curls to find him. Eventually we spotted him though he was speaking with a "customer" for his station on Nicaragua. We waited patiently until the person walked away and stepped forward, greeting him.

Two of our other friends came over and joined us. We laughed until our stomachs hurt at my best friend's failed attempt at cooking. He sat down at one point and was looking at his phone. My female best was speaking with the two others. I stood quietly.

I looked at his hair and for some reason had the strongest urge to touch it. So I did. His hair was soft. 'His brown waves and curls blend together in a sea of delicate hair.' So cliche.

I told him. Yes I literally said out loud, "your hair is really soft."

That was when it happened. He looked up and said he knew, jokingly. Then said thank you in an awkward manner. There was a particular curl that fell down over his forehead slightly. I commented on it and pushed that particular curl a bit off his forehead, back to join the rest. He looked up at me and met my eyes and smiled-blushing.

Okay that sounds incredibly cliche and typical to Wattpad. However, I'm extremely unexperienced in the world of the male kind, despite the fact that I have a boyfriend. I've never seen or much less made a boy blush. I've never done something that's caused a boys cheeks to heat up and turn a shade of light red. It's nice. To have that affect.

I'm not sure why he blushed. We're best friends. I'm dating his best friend. He tells me of the girls he finds cool and pretty. That's the way it is. But gosh darn it, when a pretty boy blushes at you with his eyes locked on yours, you can't help but swoon.

I must keep pushing it to the back of my head. Don't focus on it. Don't focus on it. Don't focus on the fact that you'll always have feelings for him no matter what.

Wait.

Damn it.