I love you

Math Class

Chapter 4

I rushed to my locker, and got my books. I hated math. (With a passion). But, I "guess" I'm "good" at it. According to my teacher at least. Theoretically speaking I don't pay attention half the time, yet I'm "good". Well, the thing that usually was the distraction was Matt. I could barley even look at him. And, for what? Having a girlfriend?

He obviously only thought of me as a friend. "One of the guys." Which if I was to be considered a boy there is a term. "Tomboy", duh. But, that didn't matter. I have no reason to be mad. Yet, I'm furious. And, I'm not at the same time too. I guess once you've cared and... lov- liked someone for a long time. It's hard. I mean that one person you'd do anything to spend time with. The person you wasted so much time with. The person you've caught feelings for. The person you could possibly be in love with.

Matt was goofing around. He kept poking his buddy Jake in the back of the head. It got to the point where I glanced over because hearing the screeching of Jake got annoying. I gave Matt daggers. He knows when I do this to stop. He did. But, he just stared at me with a blank look for the rest of class. Why was he staring?

Math was over. So I gathered my books, and sped out of the room. I bumped into someone. At least that's what I thought at first. I bumped into the most snottiest person ever. Leslie Adams. Queen bee of the school. "Oh, great", I thought to myself. "Ew get off my books you filthy scum", she yelled. It was an accident, I said in a stern voice. Listen her you dir-. She was cut off by Matt. She straightened up with the perkiest smile. Oh, hey babe. She leaned in to give him a kiss, but he backed away. What happened he asked me, while reaching a hand to help me up. Nothing just an accident, I mumbled regretfully. I really wanted to say something else, but I was mixed up in the fact that Leslie called Matt "babe". Was she his girlfriend? No!

Of all the girls in the world he picks her. Her! She was with a different guy every other day. Matt gave me a "what" kinda look. I didn't realize I was staring at him. I looked behind me, and walked off. I turned around to see Leslie holding Matt's hand. Matt looked back too, but I quickly glanced away.

Well, how could he not like her? She was average height, skinny, very pretty, she had light green eyes, and brown hair. Which made them a perfect couple. Matt was tall, he was built, he had brownish hair with a tint of black, he had grey eyes, he was adorable. Me though. I'm tall, with dirty blonde hair, light blue eyes, I think I'm fat, and I havelong legs. Which will be the death of me because I'm always tripping over them.

Leslie's dad was a lawyer so she got whatever she wanted when she wanted it. She wore Prada, Gouache, and other names that I can't pronounce or spell.

Let's just say her wardrobe was expensive. Matt wore, well he wore what average boys wore. A lot of Adidas clothing. I always wear ripped jean shorts, a grey tank top, with my blue flannel, my galaxy Chucks, and my hair down with my turquoise beanie. And, my glasses. (I do where other clothes, but this is my favorite outfit.) So basically I bought all my clothes from Journey or Aèro. So I guess I know why he does like her. She's perfect. And, I'm not.