Boy meets girl.
He was always late to class. He didn't give a damn when teachers told him he had to stay in at lunch for being so late all the time. French class was totally useless to him. His first language was French, so why did he have to sit in a class, for more than an hour, and listen to things he already knew? This time, though, he got in early.
He sat down at his usual spot. The second row against the wall, on the left and waited for the others to come in. He then passed a hand through his hair, took a sharpie from his pencil case and drew some graffiti on his red binder.
The bell always bothered him because it meant he had to sit there for a long while, and try not to fall asleep. Usually, he wouldn't care enough to see who was coming in late because, on a normal day, he would be the one coming in late. Today, wasn't a normal day.
A petite girl slipped in the door, with her books in hands and made her way to the last row against the wall, on the left and sat. I noticed the frown on her face and the way she sighed and put her chin on her palm. I quickly look and face away when her light brown eyes meet my dark ones.
We didn't know each other but with that one look, I know what she's hiding. Maybe we have things in common, we both are hiding things and we are sad. I can't stop looking back at her, it's weird. I feel as if she could understand me. No. No one would ever understand me. I am so different from her.
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Days went by and I find myself observing this girl more and more. I never thought I'd see someone try to hide their emotions like I am. The difference between me and her, is that she doesn't push anyone away. I see right through her smile. It's not that I want to befriend her, but maybe, just maybe, I have a slight feeling.
Sometimes I see her walk alone in the halls, with a frown and other times, I see her with her friends with a big smile from ear to ear. I always thought girls were just annoying and looked for attention, but she doesn't. She doesn't flirt with every guy she sees, she doesn't bat her eyelashes when talking to guys, in fact, I never even see her talk to any guy at all.
It's now that I realize that I have taken an interest in this girl and quickly, I try to find something I don't like about her. For some reason, I find this hard. I like the way she bites her lip nervously, the way she only has one dimple when she smiles or laughs. I like when her tongue pokes out of her mouth when she's concentrating on her work. I like how she's short, how she has to go on her tippy toes to reach the top self, I like how her sleeves were too long and how her hands are always hiding in her sleeves.
For the first time in forever, I have found things in another person that makes me feel, alive.
There is one thing I don't like though. I don't like how she fakes her happiness at most times. Others don't notice, but I do. I know she is hiding something because I am too, and I've been doing so for the past eight years. I also don't like how I am intrigued by her. I don't want to start to care for someone.
Care was such a big word. I had only started to notice this girl. How ridiculous of me would it be to think I would care.
Girl meets boy.
She wasn't one to be late to classes. She never wanted to get in trouble for a silly reason like being late, so she went to class early. Today was different, though. Her locker was quite far from her French class and if she didn't hurry to grab her books, she would never make it on time.
Usually, it didn't stop her because she was a fast walker, but this time, she was walking behind a group of kids who were walking the pace of zombies. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get around them. She was stuck and the bell would ring in a matter of seconds.
I roll my eyes and follow behind the zombies. I am tempted to just shove my way in front of them, but I can't lie. They are tall and intimidating. I sigh in relief when they turn to the left and go the opposite way I need to go. I then grunt when the bell rings, telling me I am late.
The door to the class is still open so I follow the late comers and quickly slip into class. I make my way to my usual seat, the last seat on the left. I drop my books to my desk and sit, rest my chin in my palm and sigh. I look ahead of me to find someone looking back at me. He sits at the second row in the front. His dark eyes quickly look away from me, but I can't help but keep looking at him.
Everything about him is, fascinating. His jaw is set and his large hand plays with the small black gauge in his ear. I bite down on my lip. There is no doubt at all that he is attractive. There is something different about him, though. He looks sad and upset. Maybe he is, who knows? I know nothing of this boy, and I probably never will because I will never have the courage to talk to him, or anyone who is this attractive.
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Days go by and I found myself seeing the boy, everywhere. We often pass by each other in the halls, I always look away, of course. He is intimidating, not going to lie on that one. He is much taller than I, which doesn't help. He was always alone, which is odd. Usually when you see an attractive guy, he usually has attractive friends. Though he seemed to have none at all.
Sometimes I pass him with my friends and I have to try real hard not to say something stupid like;
"God, he's hot."
Because my friends would then question me, or tell me to talk to him. Which is not going to happen. A loser like me could never talk to a guy like him. He would never want to be seen with me anyways.
I started to realize that I was probably developing a crush on him- Blair, was his name. I hear teachers saying his name when taking attendance. We had three classes together.
God, I am so fucking creepy.
Anyways, nothing wrong with having a crush, right? Well I guess not, but I was never going to do anything about it. I was just going to have to keep it to myself, and just imagine us kissing, or something.
I guess the only thing I didn't like about him, was that he took drugs. It was pretty evident to everyone that he does. His eyes were always bloodshot and he comes to class under the influence. When he does, he acted a bit, strange. Nothing wrong with strange, I guess. Drugs aren't my thing. In fact, I hate them. I guess as long as no one forces me to do those things, I don't really mind if anyone else did them.
One thing I did know, is that this crush, was getting bigger and bigger everyday.
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Hey guys! Sorry, I am trying my very best with this story, but it's kind of shitty s:
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