The boy next to me with the crystal clear blue eyes is cute
His curly brown hair is like a frame around his smooth, freckled face
He smiles sweetly at me,
The kind of smile that I can't get from her
The tall boy behind me has jet black hair combed smoothly over
He has freckles too, though his tan masks them almost completely
He laughs at all of my jokes
Unlike her
The girl with the thick glasses sits next to me
She listens to my endless chatter and talks to me when no one else will
She is patient
Different from her
She has strawberry blond hair and is always a few steps ahead of me
I try to smile at her, laugh at all of her jokes, and have patience
But she can't see it
I'll keep trying though
