High school moments and confessions.

The smart boi

The title may be funny and you might be laughing at the way I spelt boy. This boi was my second crush in highschool. I first met him in geometry in my sophomore year. He was a freshman. Oooo scary huh? But to ensure you I'm not a predator. He is older than me by a couple of days. Some of you maybe wondering why he wasn't in the same grade as me but, I don't know too. He sorta look like a version of Craig mabbitt and Blake Steven combined.

Onwards into is story. He was basically a smart boi and that why his code name is that. Why did I spell boi like that is because he was a aesthetic 90's person. He listen to cuco, kali uchis, and cigarettes after sex. He dressed with Dark or college tee shirts and rolled up the short sleeve a bit, kinda looked like a 1950's greaser. His pants would be cuffed paired with dark Vans. His hair was something long or cut like the picture above.

His whole vibe made me like him. He wasn't a swag fuckboy or a rocker dude. Lol. Even though I love rocker dudes cause I'm into rock. Later I found out he was in band. Ever year during the California trip I hoped he come but, he didn't until my senior year. I'll save that for another chapter. Anyways he was a long time crush, which was three years. I know right. I'm a sissy for not making a move.

I try to find every way to talk to him causally like hey are you doing this for the band or that. I try to act casual but everything I said was really horrible. I know, you can stop cringing at me and my story for now. I get sweaty and nervous around him. By this time I only told about 5 of my closest friends that I liked him. That he was the bees knees.

When I was walking down the hallway I saw him holding hands with a girl. Shit. Lost my chance. Did I mention every time we would steal glances at each other. I shit you not. We would make weird eye contact but he was not weird about it like me. When in band I would look at the percussion playing and he look at them too. I felt a hot burning on the side of my face. I looked at him, no lie he was looking at me. I know. You may think you're lying.

We're looking at each other like a deer in headlights. Me being a weird, shy girl hurry up and look at my sheet music. I try to pretend to focus on something else. I wonder if he ever noticed I liked him. We stole glances at each other for two years. I know why the fuck one of us do anything about it.

Some people would tell me oh he's an Asshole. I would be like no he's really funny and sometimes he was a little annoying. In my head I would think oh you don't like him I do. It never changed the way I liked him. He was my second crush of highschool. I know some of you think damn how many did you have. Well I had 4. Now you're think one for each year, she's a weird and desperate. Well first off I never had a boyfriend. Sooo... yeah.