Expectations & Reality

-Prologue-

-Prologue-

"What's his name?" her voice lingers through my ears. 

"I can't tell you." I say firmly while crossing my arms. I can't tell anyone. If he finds out that I, Charlotte Matthews likes him, i'll be doomed. He's a sophomore. I'm a freshman. She can't possibly understand the feelings I have for him. The nervous ticks I get when he walks by, the way the wind brushes through his hair so elegantly. Like some sort of Cover Girl commercial. 

Easy. Breezy. Beautiful... 

COVER GIRL

I mean, his hair is always so... so luscious. I can't even walk outside on a windy day without my hair getting fucked up.

"Why? You can trust me!" Stacy yells hysterically. I narrow my gaze at her, clenching my hands together. 

"I'm your best friend!" she puts her hands on her chest, "I won't tell a soul" her emerald eyes go wide with curiosity, matching her scarlett waves. This was typical of Stacey. Everyone knew her as the weird red head but I looked at her as well... my weird red head best friend. She always used this on me. "I'm your best friend!" she'd whine when I told her she couldn't copy off tomorrows Bio homework. But of course, i'd let her copy since... well because she was my best friend. She just always got her way I guess.

"I can't tell you if your yelling!" I yell, ironically. "He might hear us" I say as I take a quick check around me. Maybe he was right behind me. What if he was?! I turned around, my reflexes taking charge. 

Nope. 

Phew. 

"Oops. Sorry. It's just I wanna know... you know?" her voice changes to a whisper while she fiddles with her fingers. I then compensate on whether I should tell her. I mean, she had a plausible reason. She is my best friend. I could tell my best friend. Right?

"Why do you wanna know anyway?" I asked, feeling curious. I search around the cafeteria to see if he was anywhere near. Who knows. I wouldn't want to creep him out with my talking of him. I then see him right then and there. Standing with his group of friends in the lunch line.

"Wouldn't you be the same? I wanna see if he's hot" she smirks and I can already see her wild imagination taking over her. Her emerald eyes go off into the distance as I see her day dreaming. 

"Just-- tell me already" her voice comes to a rasp.

"Quiet your voice, okay?" 

'Getting paranoid already, Char?" she twirls her spork in my face and I pull it away. I lean over the table to look her right in the face. My grip on the spork still in my hand.

"No!" I try to whisper but fail miserably. It ends up sounding more like a screech and I get a few weird glances from people. Their eyebrows are arched while they pause to stare at me for a few seconds. I hold in my laugh when I see a kid with his face stuffed with hamburger, jaw dropped, and eyes glaring at me. Like some sort of bear getting ready for hibernation. 

"Okay.. I am" I take a deep breath and collect my sanity. I take a mental note to not screech like I did earlier.

"Just tell me who it is already" her voice is down to a purr. 

"He's in the cafeteria." I whisper as I glare discreetly at the boy. I pick at my fries on my tray to look occupied.  

"Where in the cafeteria?" Stacy's eyes linger around the room. 

"He's in the lunch line. Justin Bieber hair." I  say as I munch on a french fry which is followed by an awkward laugh. Justin Bieber. Oh that infamous bowl cut hair. Who wouldn't fangirl over his hair? I mean, yeah his hair isn't like that anymore but it was just so... flippable and so soft and so... Oh, how I miss his old hair. I would love to run my fingers through his hair. Or maybe Harry Styles. Sigh. 

I'm rambling.

"Oh come on. Tons of guys have Justin Bieber hair." Stacy looks at me like a dumb ass and continues searching the line of people. 

"He has his hands in his pockets" I say as I stuff another french fry in my mouth and wait patiently for Stacy to find him. He was wearing a blue button down top and denim jeans. He was smiling. Like always.  

"I spy with my little eye..." her eyes narrow as she searches the crowd of people, "Wow. Not bad Ms.Bieber" I see her smirking as she checks him out. I start to get paranoid. What if he can feel our eyes on him?

"Okay. Stop looking at him!" I slap her arm. She still doesn't budge. In fact, she checks him out even more, biting her lip. I slap her even harder this time. 

"He's going to catch us staring at him. Please. Stacy."

"Stacy"

"STAAAACCCCYYY!!!"

"Ouch! Don't you dare titty twist me" she narrows her eyes on me. I smile in accomplishment and burst out laughing.

"That's what you get" I manage to say between my fits of laughter. 

"Stop getting so paranoid. I was just observing. He had no clue." she states. Yeah. He had no clue you were practically having undressing him with your eyes! I take a sip of my chocolate milk. Yuck. Somehow, school food always tastes bad. Like they just dump it in a microwave oven. Yesterday, my chicken sandwich was soggy. Think about eating a warm, soggy sandwich. Bleurgh. 

"Fine" I say.

I guess i'll always be invisible, I think as I remember my last encounter with him. Something i've never told anyone. Not even my best friend.  

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A/N:

Hope you liked my prologue. :) I'm trying to add more details and proofread so I guess this story isn't really official yet... More chapters soon!