Well, from the back of her head she seemed pretty normal. Brunett, hair a not longer than shoulder length; a bit of a rule breaker I assumed, because most girls tend to grow their hair long. Her fair skin was tanned which lead to the assumption that she was more of an outdoor kind of person.
Her friend called her Elle which she particularly didn't seem to like. She always shot glares at her friend every time she called her that. I even remember her once asking not to call her by that and to call her by her real name, but that didn't seem to stop her friend. Eventually this lead me to calling her Elle too in my head because I never had the courage to talk to her and ask her real name. But I didn't call her Elle for too long, let's get to that part later.
I guess the reason I couldn't get myself to talk to her was because she seemed normal. A normal person- something I wasn't. But then again, it depends on your definition of normal. My definition of normal was a person who wasn't running out of time the way I was. So maybe I was scared of dragging her into my mess. But aren't we all allowed to be a little selfish sometimes?
Despite the fact that I was scared, I'd be lying if I were to tell I never tried. There were numerous failed self- introduction attempts in front of the mirror.
"Um.. Hi! I'm Xavier. I sit behind you in Mr. Vernon's class" too creepy.
"Oh hey I've seen you in my class. Wanna grab a coffee sometime?" too straight forward.
"Hello Elle?" Wait no, she hates that.
There were times when I did actually try talking to her. After the class finished I waited outside hoping to finally at least ask her name, but she always disappeared into a sea of people. I only see her in that specific class, not even in the hallways of the building. But, there was this one time I saw her walking down the stairs and she was alone, which kind of surprised me, because whenever I saw her she was always with her friend.
I have to admit I kind of enjoyed watching her from behind. Listening to the things she told her friend and learning new things about her. I would be flat out lying if I said I fell in love with her while watching her from behind, but that's how I started liking her.
That's how she became the girl I liked.
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The Girl I Like
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