Is This a Love Life?

the basics on my so called love life

 *Jane POV

"Yes is so cute, and he plays basketball & football.'' I told my best friend Lindy as we were walking to 5th period.  I began to giggle at anything I saw. Got some weird looks from people also.  I couldn’t control myself when I was talking about him. He was my ATC.

*ATC= All Time Crush

He is a football and basketball player, looks awesome, in my opinion, and is one of my older brother's friends! I haven't told my brother, or anyone related to me about him.  But, if you are wondering how I came to notice of him, it was at one of my brother’s basketball games. I was looking and categorizing the guys on the team, and found him. He was the shortest and to me the cutest.  although i dont  know how his personality is, all iv'e heard is good things about him. He has brown hair, with brown eyes and a more light skin tone.

 "So why don't you ask him?” she asks me while turning around. I mean asking him out would be the easiest thing to do to see if he even gives a cat's butt about me. I doubt it. I’m not the prettiest girl around, or the skinniest. I am not particularly fat, but I have my curves. I’ve been told that I am super nice, but I am only rude to the people who deserve to be mean to.

''Why don't you go find Jason a new girlfriend?" I replied in a harsh tone, while giving her the squinty eyes. Jason was her boyfriend, while I on the other hand don't have a significant other. I really don’t know why. She thinks it is so easy to find a guy to date, I like long relationships unless it is a complete fail.

“Harsh! Jane, I was just joking, I know how you are when it comes to your ‘guy problems’. You don’t really take risks, and I get that, but maybe it is time that you start to live a little. Have some fun!” she said, with an encouraging smile. But isn’t it the guy who is supposed to ask the girl? That is what I’ve heard, at least.

“Sorry. To burst your little pink bubble, but you have to remember that he is older than me, by like a year, and I look like nothing. Why would he even want to date someone like me?” I tried to explain that I am not someone that a guy would be looking for. I am more of a last resort to date someone.  

“So you, a smoking hot girl, are going to sit around having fantasies about how awesome this Jesse is, while he is having fun with anyone but you. You won't even say ‘hi’ to him? You are way more than you think. You are cute, nice, smart, and a badass at beating the boys in basketball.” She said while putting her arm around my shoulder and giving me a honest smile.  

I guess she is right, I mean none of those things were lies, and I could be someone’s type but it is nothing, he is just a silly crush. Nothing more. Nothing less.

“Ok, now stop boosting myself esteem, I already know that I am awesome! See you next period!” I yelled as walking in to 5th period slowly waving my hand and peeking out of the door way to make sure that I was in the right class. It happened before, when I was in eighth grade I walked into a Chinese class and I stayed in it the whole period. I couldn’t get out because in order to ask the teacher something, you had to know how to say it in Chinese.

I couldn't focus in my math class only because I was thinking about Jesse. I mean yes he is cute. Like me; at least that is what Lindy said, and if she is lying on how I look- no, no, no- she is telling the truth. But the closest I got to a date, or even a boyfriend was a dude drooling over me, to go out with him. He was in the Special Needs class. I said no, because I hardly knew the guy. I mean I have Lindy with Jason; sadly she has no experience in the whole relationship thing. She only dated him for like 2 weeks. He was her first boyfriend.

“rrrr-iii-nn-ggg” darn the bell, man how I hate that thing. It always interrupts my not paying attention in class thing that I have going. When Lindy said that I was smart, I am, but in different ways. And math is not in that category of “Lindy’s Smart stuff”

I left the class room checking the board of grades, weird I know. I have a B in the class. Yay. And just to make sure I check with the teacher if I have any homework today.

“Ms. White, is there any homework that I need to do for today?” I try to say in my sweetest tone to ensure that she doesn’t ask, ‘were you even paying attention?’ Well apparently my sweet tone turned out to be as sweet as peeling of grapes. Because she asked exactly that.

“Were you even paying attention in class today? Well we have to math worksheets and some pages that you need to do in your math book. If you want I could e-mail you the pages since the worksheets aren’t even supposed to be written on?” she says almost like a mother who is trying to get their 9 year old to do the dishes. I think about it and yea, that would be good since then I have an excuse to use my phone in the morning to say, ‘I am doing my math’

“yes that would be great! Here it is rainonjane@gmail.com” I wrote it on a piece of paper for her to see. “Okay, you should get the work by 5 today.” She smiled sweetly and I left the class satisfied.  I did a little dance as I walked towards with Lindy, not really paying attention to my surroundings. Then I suddenly hit someone as I walked\danced. Guess who? It was him, Jesse!

If it was a regular old guy in any of my classes I would calmly say ‘hey dude watch where you’re going’. But since it was him, all that decided to come out of my mouth was “oh, sorry.”

He just gave me a swift nod, and we both continued walking. Like nothing happened. He is somewhat tall, but still not as tall as the other guys that I’ve seen.

Well yea that was the strangest bump into that I have ever had. And by strange, I mean strange, because I’ve never seen him pass in these halls before. So, Luckyme.

I again squealed as I smoothly walked by some of my previous crushes

to meet Lindy who was freaking out. I wonder why. Like did she see what just happened, or was it just me who saw. But I wasn’t that thrilled about it as she was.

All that I could figure from her trembling hands and open mouth is that, something happened and it had to do, with me. Why me, I’m someone who freaks over bumping into her crush and then having her friend looking like a car hit her dog.

I have a strange, pathetic life.

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Ok so that is the First chapter of many. I hope all of you lovely readers stick with me over the book. Fill free to leave suggestions in the comments. :)

-BEA