I saw him in the hallway.
He looked gorgeous. His brown hair was messy and he was wearing a bright yellow shirt with denim jeans. I never understood why guys could wear normal clothing, but girls had to wear uniforms.
I like his hair, it wasn't like a normal-everyday buzz haircut. It was longer and natural.
He always brought the same hoodie, a simple black one.
I was walking out of the office door on my way to class and bumped into him. I looked straight into his shallow brown eyes. Something was almost unnatural about them. He sensed something in my eyes too, and it made me uncomfortable.
I quickly gazed away. I brushed past him, and the air between us smelled like colone. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone.
I saw him a few classes later, walking down the hallway by himself. I took this chance to say something.
"You look really nice today." I smiled and walked to my next hour.
"Thanks." He smiled. It wasn't a polite smile, like you might do after someone opens the door for you, it was genuine.
"Hey, are you going to the football game?" He asked.
"Oh, that game...I.don't think so..." I said disappointed. My parents would NEVER let me leave the house.
"Oh...well, if you change your mind, here." He handed me a piece of folded paper.
I unfolded it and it read:
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555-472-6789
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"Wait-" I was going tell him about my parents, but he was already gone.
His number?! I am hopeless... I thought as I opened the classroom door.
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