crushed by crushes.

~FINISHED~

Damn.

This stuff happens so fast.

Maybe a little too fast.

Life, for example.

People, for example.

GUYS for example.

*

I walked to art class. Damn it, I thought. I don't want to be late, especially on the first week that they count tardies.

I trotted, I felt like a horse with my mane flowing through the air. Air filled with germs, coughs, sneezing, and grossness.

My art classroom is in a portable, and it was on the opposite side of the school, so thats NOT a good start for the year,

knowing you'll have to push through the crowd with all your stuff, and literally run to art class.

Anyways, once I got to class, all huffypuffy, I grabbed my sketchbook and started planning out some guidelines for my drawing.

Soon enough, my teacher, Mr. Crain, assigns seats. "Yaaaaaaaay".

Mr. Crain sits me in the back of the room. I meet some girls named Alejandra, Adriana, and Layla.

Theres one seat left, and Mr. Crain puts a boy there.

As he sits down, I slowly look up and down at him.

He is somewhat pale, tall, and don't let me forget to mention the cuteness overload.

Mr. Crain explains the rules and all that fashizzle. He also said we were allowed to listen to music.

I continue with my sketch of an airplane.

Ugh fuck, I thought.

I can't take it, I have to look up. The guy was just too cute.

I saw him with his earbuds. I just wondered what he was listening to.

*

The next day, I found out his name was Kairo.

I wanted to talk to him, say hi, do SOMETHING, but I really didn't know how.

I thought I would make a fool out of myself. I mean, how could such perfect person be seen talking to some peasant like me?

Art finally came along, after trudging through my core classes.

I sat, he sat, we all sat, pretty self explanatory.

He never noticed how I stared at him, which was pretty weird, because I practically stared at him the whole class period.

As my friends would say, he would be '2hot2handle'.

*

Ok so basically, everyday, I just sat there like a lump on a log watching his every move. Not that he is prey, not that I'm a stalker,

but he was just P E R F E C T I O N.

Soon, I got the guts to go out and ask people if I could have his instagram name or kik username or SOME way of communication

via the internet, because I am way too chicken to ask if he's single in real life.

So, I asked him on kik. There wasn't a YES or NO, there was a WHY.

Don't you hate when that happens?

I explained how I liked him and all that, but little did I know that my 'love at first sight' was dating, and you do not know how