Under the Bridge

chapter one- "imagine the calves on that boy"

GOLDEN BLONDE HAIR falls loosely on his forehead, brushing against his skin for just a second before he tucks it back with the other strands, the smile on his face still drawing everyone in like moths to a light. He takes a big bite of his sandwich. Why does he look good eating? When I do it I look like a buffalo with lettuce falling out of my mouth. The appearance gods have graced him with too much beauty.

Some day, when we're married, our children will be that attractive. They'll have his striking features and bright blue eyes that make you want to melt. I'll do whatever to make sure they don't get my ugly genes, but even with them, since they'd have the sheer beauty of James Woods, they'll still be hot. 

We'll live in a big house in a nice neighborhood with some fur babies and we'll both have nice, steady jobs and happy lives. He'll cook me dinner since all I know how to make is Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and then we'll kiss as fireworks light up the sky. 

"You're staring again, Olivia." My best friend, Hope, interrupts my day dream. 

I throw my spoon at her. She retaliates by catching it in one hand and laughing. Damn you softball and all the reflexes you give. 

"It's not my fault James is perfect, it's like his face is a freaking magnet for my eyes." I whine. "Besides, I'm invisible to him so it's not like he'll ever see me doing it." 

She laughs. Hope and I sit at the lunch table with our textbooks in front of us. She flips through pages, looking for today's homework to get ahead. Hope has soft features, big lips, big eyes, and a big heart to match. Her dark skin is complimented by light makeup that looks like it was done by a wizard. Meanwhile, I try and do winged eyeliner and ink ends up everywhere but on my eye. The one time it did get near by optical region, I accidentally stabbed myself and ended up in the hospital. Hope has millennial pink eye shadow that makes her already pretty skin glow more. Her lemon colored dress hangs on her body in contrast, making her look inviting and colorful. 

I, on the other hand, am nothing short of a mess. Today, I'm sporting a big Ravenclaw Harry Potter hoodie and black leggings. My strawberry blonde hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and my big marbled glasses cover my boring grey-blue eyes. I couldn't really care less when it comes to school, I already have to wake up at 6:30 to make it to class on time, I don't want to wake up earlier to slap some paint on my face and style my clothes. 

I look to James again before sighing. He'd been my crush since the first day of freshman year when I dropped my things and he helped me pick them up. We haven't had a one-on-one conversation since, but I'd always wished I wasn't so shy and I could actually confront him. 

He is out of my league. In fact, he was like MLB Baseball and I was competitive bowling. We weren't even the same sport. He has honey blonde hair and a jawline that could probably stab me it was so sharp. He plays soccer, so you could just imagine the calves on that boy. James was also smart, he managed to become class president and was in most of the honors classes, and he was captain of the debate team. Basically, he was perfect. 

It was the first day of senior year, and this year, I promised myself that I would get at least a little confidence. Today is the day I finally talk to him.

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In English class, he sits near the front, tapping his pen on his desk with a big smile on his face. I'm walking in a little late, I managed to face plant right into a locker on the way here, hence the bruise forming on my forehead. I'm fine though, because there is a seat free right next to my crush. 

"C-Can I sit here?" I ask, noticing it's the only empty seat left. 

He smiles and looks up. "Of course."