He was Hot, I was Not!

He was Hot, I was Not

I knew that I was interested in Stan the first time I saw him but I didn't tell my BFF, Paris, because she saw him first and pointed him out to me. I thought she liked him, and an unspoken rule among friends is that you don't mess with the guy your friend lusts after, so I felt kind of guilty knowing that I found Stan attractive.

It was the first day of school of my junior year in high school and I was surprised to see Paris because she had went to a swanky private school after we left middle school. Paris was one of the few people I knew who didn't see color, and unlike a lot of people, she was my friend both in and out of school. So when I saw her in the hall, I went up to her and asked her what she was doing here.

"Checking out all the new cute guys right now," she said.

"Where?" I asked, "I haven't seen any."

"Okay, don't be too obvious," she whispered, "but he's talking to that other guy over there next to the lockers."

I tried to sneak a look and was surprised to see that the two guys were checking us out as well. Well, probably not me, but Paris anyway.Paris was beautiful: blonde hair, green eyes, and a body to kill for. She had been a cheerleader at the private school she went to and hung out with the popular crowd. The only interaction I had with the popular crowd was my English and French classes, because I had advanced English--the only subject I was really good in, and French, which was an elective, so it was an combination of different people; mostly jocks, other smart kids like me, and cheerleaders.

"Oh damn, now they know that we're talking about them," said Paris.

She was right, a quick look at them showed that they were looking right back at us and whispering and laughing, but not in a mean way.

"I know that one guy, his name is Matt, and he plays football, but who is the other guy?" I asked.

"His name is Stan, he's new here. I think he's from out of state somewhere...I can't remember where," said Paris.

I could barely take my eyes off of Stan, but I was trying to be cool because i didn't want Paris to know that I was in "lust."

"He's okay--kind of looks like Jasper Rathbone...I mean, what's his name from Twilight. The one that plays Jasper," I told Paris.

Paris and I just stood there casually acting as if we were shooting the breeze, but Stan and Matt were laughing and Paris and I could tell they were talking about us too. I could feel myself getting embarrassed, because I had been caught staring. I turned away from them both and began to talk to Paris, catching up on how she had come to go to this high school. I vaguely remember Paris saying something about her Mom not being able to afford tuition at that private school anymore and that's why she was going to a public high school now.

"I really didn't fit in anyway," Paris continued, "All those kid's parents are rich doctors and lawyers, and the kids are so stuck up."

While she continued talking, I made what I hoped were sympathetic sounds of agreement, but I was really beginning to feel self-conscious about being stared at. I really didn't like guys staring at me because I knew that I wasn't much to look at...especially when standing next to Paris, and it made me feel uncomfortable, and fidgety. Thankfully, Paris and I split up shortly after checking our schedules and realizing that we didn't have any classes together.

Somehow I had to make my legs, which felt like jello, and my feet move to get me to my first period...all the time wondering when I would see Stan again. Stan was so dreamy. He was kind of tall, about 6 feet, and lean, but muscular. He had the most beautiful face I had ever seen on a guy...words cannot describe how gorgeous he was. I was instantly attracted, just add water.