*Authors Note*
I really appreaciate all of the support I've been getting and have been trying not to ask for votes, but I would REALLLLYYYY APREACIATE if you could give me a couple of votes, it would make my dayyyy.
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The struggle from the day to day is pretty real, especially during school when He's around. Especially when all of our classes are together. I don't know exactly why I failed to mention Him earlier.. But none the less I did, He is an asshole. He is the bane of my existance, He is the boy I've liked and hated since eighth grade. He isn't the type of boy I'm supposed to have a crush on.
See, I hate him because I like him. I hate him because I find him beautiful and alluring, I hate him because my friends do. I like him because he's a nerd, I like him because he's tall and skinny, because his hair goes from long and greasy, to short curly and just for some reason gorgeous... I am attracted to him and I can't help it. I don't want to help it. I don't want to pretend like I don't feel this way anymore... Simply because I do feel the way that I feel.
I watch him walk through the hallways, I watch the jocks push him around and make fun of him, I watch and grind my teeth at the assholes who push him around... I start to feel angry at myself, angry for so many reasons, I shouldn't want to stand up to the assholes who are picking on him, and yet for some reason without thinking about it I stand up and walk over to them.
"What the f-uck is wrong with you??" I pause and they look at him, He's sitting on the ground looking up at me shocked. "Like, jesus, just leave him alone." They begin to laugh at me.
"Wait are you serious?" Their faces drop.
"Yes, I am. Do you get off on making other people feel like shit? Are you gay? Is picking on this kid getting you hard??? You fucking sadistic bastard." I look into his eyes.
"Whatever. C'mon dude, lets go." He gestures at his friend and they walk away. "We don't need to deal with that shit. She's hot but she's a bitch." I hear them say.
I shake my head and look at him, I feel myself get butterflies. "Are you okay?" I ask nervously, he nods and laughs.
"Are you? I mean typically cheer leaders don't stand up for.. well... Me." He laughs a little and stands up.
"Well, No one should really have to be treated like that, it's not right." He smiles at me, a rather big smile.
"Yeah I guess, thanks..." He says, hes a lot taller than me.
"uhm, hey." I pull out my cell phone. "can I have your number?" I look up and his face drops. He gets a little bit flustered and goes into his bag, pulling out his phone and telling me his number his face is kind of red. I giggle at him and send him a text. The bell rings. "Okay... text me sometime?" I look at him and he nods.
"Yeah, yeah sure"
As I walk to my next class I feel myself smiling, I did it... I talked to him, I had a conversation with him. I got his number.
The rest of the day goes well, and when I get home I go into my room and sit on my bed. My phone beeps, I look at it and it was Him. "Hey :P What's up?" I begin to beam. Tonights going to go well too...
