The Pretty Boy's Crush

Caught staring again

       

There he is, sitting at his desk, the one closest to the teacher since he seems to get in trouble everywhere else. The biggest crush of my life so far, being in eighth grade, this is probably an over exaggeration. His name is Jason Boore. With his pretty brown but blond highlighted hair in his face, you can still tell that he's really focusing on his work. His hair is shaved on the sides, and then the hair is the middle is flipped to fall onto the left of his face. His hair is blocking one of his dark green eyes. His glasses staring down at the blue and green construction paper he's cutting with an exact-to knife. His tan skin wanting me to stare at it forever and ever.

He's doing the art project that's due on Thursday which is notans this time. We just finished self-portraits, and his looked great. Better than mine will ever. He got the skin color and all the little details perfectly. His eyes were my absolute favorite. I love his dark green eyes. If I stared off into them for too long, I could drown in them as I'd never want to come back up for air. 

He seems totally cool about how slow he's going, which is what always causes him to fall behind. He may be slow sometimes, but he's really good at what he does. He always does his best to challenge himself the best he can and then he doesn't get frustrated like some of the girls at my table.

I continue to stare at him and realize that he raises his head and looks directly at me. I hurry and put my head down before he can come over here and ask me why I'm staring at him for the millionth time today.

I was caught staring again. Too bad I'll never have the courage to actually speak to him without him starting first.

"What was that all about?" Allison asks, bringing my attention to her. She knows that I have a little crush on Jason, she just doesn't know how intense it is. Allison has long, dark brown hair that goes past her shoulders. It's incredibly thick, and she likes to show that off all the time. She has light green eyes that have seen a lot and probably been through a lot. Even though she's pale, she plays soccer, which amazes me how she's not tan yet.

"Nothing, I was just looking around to see if I could get some kind of motivation," I say, then looking at Brooklyn who nods quickly, covering up for me as always.