Your Secret Admirer, Jacob (A Princeton Love Story)

Chapter ø1

- September 6th, 2011

I've been staring at her since school started. It's 20th day of my creepy stare fest, and I don't know how to approach a goddess like her. She doesn't even know I exist! She's so beautiful. Why would she even look at me? I'm not worthy enough for her hazel eyes to witness me. 

Maybe if she gets to know me, the rejection won't hurt so much. At least she won't just look at me crazy and dismiss me before I can even say "Hi". She'll have a reason not to like me. 

I sighed running my fingers thru my curly, dark afro brainstorming ways to approach her. 

- Verbally.... Say something cool and suave.

But I'm in no way, shape, or form cool or suave. I'm awkward and a straight reject.

- Mentally.... Continue to stare, and fantasize about the wonderful conversations that'll never take place.

That seems to be the only thing I'm good at right now besides writing....

- Graphically.... That could work.

I continued to stare at her until class was finally dismissed. I watched her go into her locker, tousel her hair a bit, get her books, and walk down the hall. 

My eyes shot back to her locker. The last locker on the left end of lockers. Locker #1430.

I waited until the halls cleared before standing infront of her locker. 

Here goes nothing.

I'm writing because I'm too shy to speak.

It's not that I don't want to, so please don't turn the other cheek.

I'm writing because I literally can't speak when you're near. 

Please... Have no fear... of me. 

I know you probably think I'm some creep that stalks you

And has nothing better to do, but watch you. 

But I'm not... I'm just a misfit that wants to get to know you.

And I hope you'd like to get to know me too. 

Accept me as I am, and write back whenever you can.

--- Your Secret Admirer.