I didn't realize her locker was so close to mine. All I would have to do is look to my left in the morning and there she'd be, but no. I never did that. For some crazy reason I never noticed the gorgeous girl who's locker was 10 feet to my left. Until this morning I looked over and there she was. Her gray beanie pulled over her short, wavy, blond hair. Her black, ripped skinny jeans were skin tight on her hips. I'm so mad at myself for never seeing the beauty that was right there this whole time. I waved to her this morning. She smiled shyly and then quickly walked away. All I can do is wonder why someone so attractive is so shy. "Is that your girl of the week?" my friend Alex said to me as he placed a hand on my shoulder. It pisses me off when he says things like that, but he's not wrong. I do date a lot of girls, but there's something different about Harper. "I do have a date with her tonight, however I hope it lasts longer than just this week." I watched his eyes widen at my statement. "Wow, is my lil player ready to commit?" he said smirking at me. I started blushing. I hate when I do that around people. "Look, I'm just saying that she's different than the others. I don't wanna just fuck her and move on. I wanna like know her." My friend looked hesitant. "Are you sure you wanna do that, man? I mean she could totally ruin your reputation. She's like one of those weird theater kids." I slammed my locker shut and took a deep breath, so that I didn't go off on my friend. "If you haven't noticed yet I don't give a fuck about my reputation. Another thing is that she's really sweet and shy, so you can shut the fuck up." I stormed away from him after that. Alex knows just how to push my buttons and I think he does it on purpose. I get angry easily, but not usually over girls I just met. Like I said Harper is different. I was just ready for the end of the school day. I wanted to spend time with her.
I couldn't sit still in last period. I kept checking the time on my phone. 10 more minutes till my date with Harper. God, why am I so obsessed with seeing this girl that I just met? Why has she managed to fog my mind so much in these past couple of days? Why do I have this feeling that she's different? Why- The bell rang and interrupted my thoughts. I practically ran to my locker to grab a couple of things before walking over to Harper at her locker. I finally got a good look at her now that I was standing right in front of her. Her hair was short, but still hid her eyes slightly. Her hair was obviously dyed blond because I could see her dark roots, that of course didn't make her any less attractive. She was 5'7ish with green eyes. She had certain style, she wasn't a complete emo or hippie though. Her smile, however, was her best feature. I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true. Her smile gives me butterflies and I don't mean a few butterflies, I mean like an army of butterflies dancing in my stomach. I realized that I should probably stop staring at her and say something. "So...are you ready to go?" I finally asked. She shoved a few books in her bag before replying, "Uh yea sure I'm ready." I grabbed her bag after she was finished putting her things in it. "I got it. It seemed heavy for you." I said. She looked down at the floor and then back at me before saying, "You don't have to do that, Krissy. It's fine I can get it." I smiled at her. I realized right then that she's one of those girls that isn't going to be okay with me doing things for her. "I promise you its okay" and with that statement she gave in and let me carry her bag to my car.
