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keisha: pizza and abs

          He's staring at me again.

          I could see  Ezra gawking at me from across the cafeteria. I didn't even have to look up to know he was staring. I've gone to the same school as him for six years and there hasn't been a single day where he hasn't stared at me. When we were younger it was a bit of a problem, looking up from your notebook into the eyes of the same guy for a few semesters was so fucking annoying. He would always look away really fast as if I wouldn't notice, but then over the years, he got better at hiding it maybe realizing that he was creeping me the fuck out.

          But then over time I got used to it, I mean I'm not trying to sound cocky or anything, but if I was a guy I'd probably do the same thing. I subconsciously reached up to touch one of my locs, was I having a bad hair day? That couldn't be the case, my locs were always styled and retwisted monthly. Ezra had locs of his own, his were pretty interesting though because they weren't twisted like mine. Instead he free-formed his, which is something I considered but ultimately didn't have the time for. He always had long hair for as long as I could remember, he had moved to Pennsylvania back when we were in the fifth grade, and at the time he had cornrows. The following school year he began to experiment, often rocking box braids, two strand twists, and even a braid out here and there.

          I wonder how he'd look with a braid out now...I'd run my fingers through all of th-

          "Why the fuck is he still staring at you?" I blinked a few times finding my thoughts interrupted by Stacey, but I soon rolled my eyes at her remark. Stacey was a cheerleader here at Heston just like myself. We met during cheer tryouts and she's been a really great friend ever since then.

          "Leave it alone he's not hurting anyone plus...I like the attention." She scoffed.

          "Don't tell me you got a crush on that little weirdo," she said with a raised eyebrow. I giggled and shook my head at her.

          "Stop, He's not a weirdo," I said with a soft smile before glancing over at him, sure enough I caught his eyes for a split second before he redirected his attention back to his friends who were laughing loudly at something. Veronica, my best friend, followed my gaze and grimaced.

          "First of all, you didn't deny the crush part, second, he's been doing that shit since like what? Fifth grade? Sixth grade?" she asked, "you don't think that's a little fucking weird?" I looked down at my food...well not my food, but what I'm about to eat, which was the cafeteria's pizza.

          "Maybe he notices something off about me." Stacey and Veronica looked me up and down, looks of bewilderment on both of their faces. Surely they would notice that their friend, a Vegan, had a cheese pizza in front of them, if not Stacey then Veronica for sure, who I've known since Kindergarten.

          Please notice...please.

          "Nope," they said simultaneously. I sighed and took a small bite out of the pizza before sitting it back down in front of me. This wasn't my first time eating pizza, the last time I had a slice of pizza I had to be like 11 or 12 years old, and I must say, I don't remember it tasting like whatever the fuck this was.

          Welp, cross that off the bucket list.

          I took a deep breath and looked up over at Ezra. I think that if he wasn't as cute as he was that I'd find him staring at me a bit weirder. Ezra was honestly what I looked for in a guy when it comes to looks, but I don't know anything about him to date him.

          He's tall in comparison to my 5'2, which I find quite attractive , and like I said before, he had locs like me, but his were in a high top style. Combine that with the dark brown eyes and stupid grin and you get a cute awkward teenage boy. He was sitting at his usual spot with his friends, I think their names were Martin, Stephen, and Blake, the other one I didn't know very well, he was a new student. They were sneaking glances at us now and then which was typical for me and my friends.