Craving (h.g)

3

Hayes

It's a Saturday morning. And it's pouring rain.

I stay in my room all morning looking at the girl next door.

Layla Roberts.

It's 10 AM.

She's peacefully sleeping.

She always has her curtains open.

I peak out mine to look into hers.

God, she's so beautiful.

I know why I didn't stop liking her in 7th grade.

So smart, so sweet.

So amazing.

I'm craving her.

I hate being a loser.

I can never get the girl I want.

Because none of them want me.

I'm going to do something crazy.

I pull out my phone and go into Snapchat.

I tap on @/laylababy

10:40
Hayes Grier - want to hang today?

11:08
Layla Roberts - um.. sure?
11:11
Layla Roberts - come to my house at 12.

Oh my god.

What did I just do?

I can't hang out with a girl.

I start having an anxiety attack and reach for my inhaler in my backpack.

The air pushes through my mouth into my lungs.

3 pushes.

I drink some water 10 minutes after.

I calm myself down.

I can do this.

It's 11:15.

Let's do this.

I take a shower and fix my hair.

I put on my glasses and wear a white tee shirt instead of a button up.

I put on some black joggers instead of my khakis.

I throw on my black jacket and put my inhaler in my pants pocket.

I freshen up myself.

11:54 AM.

I don't feel or look like myself but if I want a girl to like me, I need to change my appearance.

No one wants a nerd.

They want a bad boy or a regular hot guy.

I'm neither of those.

So I'll try in between.

"Mom, I'm going to Layla's!" I yell.

"Okay swee- wait who?" She asks.

Her footsteps stop right when she sees me.

"Baby.. Hayes?" She looks at me weird.

"What are you wearing?" She asks touching my jacket.