The Monkey Sticker

The Sticker | Part 1

   I don't remember what it was for. Maybe an election, maybe a graduation. I just remembered what happened.

I was walking down the hall, on my way to Math class. I had my head down, as usual, focusing on myself. There was simply no reason to start a conversation; I wasn't beautiful to anyone. Or so I thought.

"Do you want a sticker?" A deep, gentle voice asks. I look up, straight into the eyes of what I can only describe as an angel. He was a medium build, with beautiful tan skin and black stubble. His hair had been dyed purple, settling over his head. I looked into his stunning green eyes, awestruck at what I had seen. 

He asked again: "Do you want a sticker?" I still regret what I did next. "S-sticker? Yeah.. sure." I tried to make the end of the sentence sound casual, as if my hormones weren't going crazy over this gorgeous guy. I grabbed a little monkey from him and almost ran, tripping over the rest of the kids in the hall. I cursed under my breath as I thought about every single way I messed that up.

Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around, and it was him. Was it just me, or did he look even more charming?

What he said next would change how I felt for the rest of my life.