MAY
Zack, Zack, Zack I was crushing. No, no, no, big NO in bold, capital letters, underlined, everything that showed emphasis. I cannot be crushing right now, I thought. I can not afford to let my heart feel this.... Feeling. This is suicide, a death trip, a death sentence, everything written death on it?! I said out loud as I thought about Zack. I reminded myself that boys were not good for me and that I did not have to involve myself with any guy. They destroyed me and my entire life.. Well one did but 'they are all the same'. This thought flooded my entire mind and the thoughts of Zack quickly left.
I made it my point that I was not going to meet or speak to Zack as this would revive my feelings. This was a very tough time because we attended the same school. What made it worse? His classroom was only a few classrooms away from mine.
As usual, I kept this problem to myself and told no one else but Sasha. All she could do now was give a loww moan. Even though I knew that my mum would try to help me after scolding me, I opted to maintain my silence to avoid the scolding which I was not ready for. Even if she knew clearly that my feelings were natural and that I could not control them, she would scold me either way and tell me to concentrate on my studies rather than investing all my time into thinking about boys. She would make it plural even if it was just one.
Zack was everywhere. In the cafeteria as I ate, he was there. In the library as I tried to do some research, he was there. On the soccer pitch, he was there. Well, he just had to be as he was the school soccer team captain. Even as I walked out of the lavatory, he was there. In all these situations and many mre, I tried as much as possible to dodge him. I would see him coming in one direction and I would go the other direction. I would really have some unfinished business in the library but I would leave the moment I see him. In my classroom, he was there. Wait... What was Zack Rowland a senior doing in my class? I somehow managed to camouflage myself so that he couldn't see me. I waited for him and his vice to make their announcement inviting the guys from my class to go for the soccer tryouts to join the soccer school team before I could get back to my normal position.
Although I was trying to hide, I could not help but notice how good Zack looked that day. He was in his soccer training attire which made made him look even more attractive. He got a new haircut which looked so attractive on him. It was a haircut in which the edges were carefully and smartly done, the hair was still wavy but shorter. He must have had some caucasion blood in him I thought. I noticed his muscles this time around. They were moderately built yet so inviting. He had this manly look that could heal a female in ICU just by staring. His eyes were still as perfect as I remembered them from the last time and only time I met him.
His eyes faced in my direction and I looked away. I don't know whether he had noticed that I was in that class all maybe all he saw was a bunch of his juniors.
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Life Of May(Editing)
Ficção AdolescenteA story about a young girl who always falls for the wrong guys. She is from a third world country where she cannot share her boy drama with her parents because she is not allowed to date. She therefore has to carry all her burdens on her own . A sto...