Finally 8th period rolled round. It's history. And it's Friday. So I was sitting in history when I see the blonde Irish boy. His bright blue yes met my dark brown ones and he quickly looked away, and I blushed. He asked the teacher if he could move up to see better. He sat right next to me and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. Every school has a bitchy popular girl. At my school, her name was Olivia, and I really hated her. She made me feel insecure and upset about myself. And, of corse, she is in my eighth period. When he asked to move up next to me, she let out a big "eewwwwww". I just rolled my eyes and flipped her off. So, when we walked past and sat down, he smelled so amazing. Now I know that sounds ridiculous, but it's true. We started talking after like 5 minutes. He's so sweet. And I had to accept it.
I was in love with him.
Shit.
