"Go away."
"Nope."
"Oh my god why are you so annoying."
"You mean hot."
"I mean dickhead."
Yep, that's basically what my life persists of. That's a conversation between me and my crush. I'm Eleanor, but everyone calls me Ellie or Els. And my crush? His names Alfie. We have no chance. And I know that, like, for a fact. But there's no pain in hoping right? Wrong. It hurts like hell, knowing that I'm hooked on him and he just doesn't care, at all. So I'm Ellie, I'm 13. Okay stop thinking 'you don't even know what love is' because I do. Love can happen to anyone at any age. Just because you might not of got it until you were older, it can happen at any age.
So above we have the classic argument between me and Alfie, him annoying me, me trying to get rid of him and then it always ends up in me calling me some kind of name, normally dickhead, slag or sometimes even bitch. Oh what a great relationship we have.
So let me introduce myself, as I said my name is Eleanor, Eleanor Black. I'm 13. Pretty plain. I have pretty long dull brown hair, which is sometimes straight, sometimes curly, sometimes wavy but the majority of the time, frizzy. I'm quite tall, alright figure I guess. And no boys liked me. Yeah okay, they talk to me, I'm friends with them but they don't think of me as hot. I'm not special. No where near, just normal I guess, or ugly, I'm not actually sure. But my plan in life, well that's to get as many boys as I can. I love romance, I've only ever had one boyfriend though. And I had to ask him out, and he wasn't even a good boyfriend, he was shit at kissing. So I dumped him. I probably sound really cold, oh well.
I wouldn't say I was unpopular, but I wasn't super popular either. I hang around in a group of about 8 people and we are quite popular and I am kind of one of the leaders? Oh god I sound like I'm bragging loads. Okay, I'm not special and boys don't like me. End of.
So back to the argument at the beginning. Well. I was sitting in Science at school and Alfie had decided to come over and sit next to me and take my pencil which I was writing with out of my hand. He didn't leave until he'd chucked all of my work onto the floor and the teacher had walked into the class, then he went off to annoy some other person.
I climbed out of my seat to get all of my work and pencil.
"Georgia what are you doing?" Mrs Taylor asked me, raising an eyebrow.
"Picking up my work. A little creature threw it on the floor." I said wrinkling my nose when I said creature. I heard a low chuckle behind me. Alfie. I looked up at him, he had a smirk plastered on his face.
"Need some help with that?" He smirked.
"I'm good." I said with my eyes narrowed.
"Ellie don't be rude!" Mrs Taylor scowled.
"But miss he was the one who threw it on the floor." I objected.
"I'm sure it was an accident, anyway, there's no need to be rude." She answered back.
"Yeah Ellie." Alfie chuckled, handing me my pencil. I scowled at him.
By the end of the lesson, I was exhausted, do you know how hard it is to be angry at the person you love. I dragged my bag over my shoulder and marched out the class, meeting by friends.
"Oh my days, guys, that was such an annoying lesson." I whined.
"Alfie again?" Tilly asked.
"Uh huh." I nodded.
"You really need to get over him." Meg answered almost instantly.
"No shit." I groaned.
"Meg telling her that isn't going to help anything." Lily said frowning.
