Dear Bully

22

I walk through the front doors of the school, soon to figure out my locker has been switched, but only to find out it is a hallway from my sophomore year one. I grab the new number and combination code from the front office and made my way through the halls, scanning the third floor for locker 373. My mind starts to wander as I past each blue colored locker. Nothing special just fuzzy memories fill up my concentration. 

Alex's locker was in this hall, I wonder if his got changed as well?

I stop when I find the number I'm looking for, but to my surprise, it wouldn't open. I struggle to figure out what I'm doing wrong until notice the person standing next to me, with their locker wide open, is peeking over at me. We share a short, yet sweet stare until they duck back into their locker. I hear more scuffling come from the inside, but the door blocked my view of what this particular person was doing.

I start to create more thoughts in my head and look at every aspect that I can visibly see of this individual so far. Hazel eyes, nice and neat eyebrows that are perfectly shaped, and there's a sense of style we possibly share.

I sneak a peak at the locker number.

375... thank god that means Alex was moved!

"Need some help?," a voice asks, chuckling.

They close the locker and I now can see the whole picture. My eyes shoot down, shaking my inner thoughts away. I didn't realize how creepy I possibly looked. I gulp before responding, "I-I'm surprised you noticed." I manage to force a laugh, but still keeping it a soft, shy one.

I can feel my mouth slowly crack open by my quick, yet further examination of this person. His hazel eyes and nice eyebrows weren't the only perfect thing about him. A tall, young man stood in front of me, may I add godlike features to that description? His hair was shaggy, enough length to push behind his ears, but also looks perfectly placed in front. His jawline was chiseled, so clean and sharp. The most beautiful upturned nose I've ever seen. I could go on for hours just how beautiful his face was to look at. I took a quick look of his frame which was muscular, but not overly worked. This is what I called my dream man for years, but never once did I think it would stand right before me!

I moved aside, my mouth still slightly opened, and hand him my locker number. Swiftly, he opens it with ease. I take the paper back and shove the paper back in my pocket, not caring if it crumbles up, and start to place my books onto the shelves.

"So what grade are you in," I ask, trying to successfully start up a conversation, "I haven't seen you around before, but I could never believe that you're a freshmen even if you tried to tell me you were."

"I'm not a freshmen," he replies, letting another chuckle escape his smooth, plump lips, "I'm a junior and yes I just moved here about a couple weeks ago."

"Oh nice just in time for the school year then! Oh, sorry I didn't formally introduce myself and I think you deserve one since you were kind enough to open my locker," confidently say with my hand stretched out, praying to god that he'll reply positively, "I'm Bailey."

"Hello Bailey," he answers grabbing my hand, acting as formal as myself, "My name is Austin."

My eyes flutter as soon as our hands touch. I examine his hands wonder how those to look so flawless, "Well do you have any questions," I ask, finally breaking my gaze and having our eyes meet again, "I don't know if you noticed, but the layout of this place can be a little intimidating."

I helped him find his classes by writing little notes on his schedule as I walk him to his first period, but still giving myself enough time to get to mine before the initial bell rings. He thanks me with a coy smile added before disappearing into the room. I speed-walk away, after awkwardly waving to him with a huge smile across my face. I wasn't ashamed of this weird feeling I had encountered, I haven't felt this way even while being with Alex for so long.