I stand in the lobby of Owings mills high
School waiting for the bell to tell us we can go too our class, my stomach growls at me telling me to put food into my body, but I need to fight it I need to lose weight for him, so maybe he will like me.
My stomach growls at me viciously ready to bite the next person who walks in front of me.
I try to shut the gnawing hunger up and listen to the conversations my friends are holding.
"yeah did you see those new huaraches,"
Tyleta asks.
"the gold-
"oh," I moan to myself!
Fuck if I don't get anything too eat in a minute I might turn-
Abruptly my stomach cramps and noises seize abruptly, my skin gets an icy cool chill.
I shiver, and everything slows to a holt around my, mouths stop moving, chest stop rising and everyone is frozen into a world of motion.
But as I look around I realize I am not frozen.
But the doors fly open and I turn my head frantically wanting an explanation.
But he strides through the door
Wearing his beat up adidas slides and grey wool socks with black blue jogger and his famous sweatshirt that has rosses on it.
And my breathe catches in my throat,
He walks past me and looks at me smiling, I collapse into a pile of water watching him walk away and I want to say something, I want him to know me.
But I say nothing biting back my pride and keeping my mouth closed
He stands over on the other side of the room smiling with his friends.
The room begins too though letting everyone start too move and buzz like atoms in boiling water bumping and colliding into each other.
And I lose him in the abyss of worthless teenagers.
"rhema," grace says.
I snap out of my head.
"everything okay," she asks sympathetically.
"yeah I'm fine ,"I say beating myself up over not saying anything.
But as grace shifts her wait I can him in the distance behind her up against the wall.
"guys ,"eagerly
"what ,"they say in unison.
"you see that boy over their blue sweatshirt blue joggers."
"yeah," they all say
"isn't he cute," I say a smile spreading across my face not so much like syrup but thinner like water on counter.
"aww no he's not really, "grace says.
This make me stumble back a step.
"what," I ask confused?
"yeah he is cute but he isn't really, like who wears sweatpants and sandals with socks, like are you hot or cold."
I feel sick to my stomach hearing this.
"how is he not hot look at his face I," I say pointing at his oblivious face.
They both turn their heads and stare at him, and I see him look back.
"stop staring you will make him leave."
