i grab my math textbook out of my locker and look at myself in the magnetic pink mirror on the door. gross,, i cannot believe i came to school looking like this.
my hair was in a messy bun, eyebags, and very messed up eyebrows. but the walking dead had me up late so i guess it's worth it.
in the corner of my mirror, i see a group of guys walk by. making eye contact with a boy with big brown eyes & very deep dimples.
i turn around and he's still making eye contact with me.
i rolled my eyes and i turn around and slam my locker."hey! aiyana!" yells a deep voice from far away.
i turn around and smile when i see it's my best friend , josh.
"girl, did you just see what i saw?" josh says to me as we start walking towards class.
"no? the fuck are you talking ab josh." i tell him clenching my textbook while making eye contact.
"i literally felt the sexual tension in this very hallway between you and cute soccer boy"
i laugh, and start to blush. yes he's cute, but he's not my favorite character.
"no, i think you got it all wrong, josh."
"no baby, i saw what i saw and i felt what i felt. and you always know i'm right!" he says to me as he
taps his fingers against his phone.
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me and josh have been best friends since the beginning of time. he would always come over in kindergarten and play with me and my barbies and we would have super mario bro battles on our nintendo's & he's been there through everything.
we are in fucking separable.
he has the intuition of master yoda from star wars, always right when i need him NOT to be.
i love him though, and i admire him so much for being so strong.
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we walk down the hallway, and towards our next class.
we enter the dull classroom and sit towards the back of the class. josh is the CLASS clown! i love sitting next to him, he makes my days with his stupid jokes.
the bell rang and everyone becomes quiet.
then came soccer boy, with his loud friends all giggly acting like he owns the place. everyone looked at him and he made eye contact with me.
then it happened.
everything froze in place, and it was just him and i. our eyes locked and you could feel the energy in the room.
the room became brighter and the air became easier to breathe
or maybe i'm just having a damn asthma attack.
i snapped back into reality and noticed he sat right next to me.
i made sure NOT to make eye contact with him again.
i started to take notes when He tapped me on the shoulder.
"hey"
i turned around and he was giving me a shy smile
"hi?"
his smile dropped and his mouth opened and he pointed towards my pencil.
"can i borrow that?"
i furrowed my eyebrows and nodded. i rolled my eyes in disappointment. c'mon aiyana, this is the guy you are so suddenly attached too?
he doesn't even own a fucking pencil.
i mentally smacked myself in the face.
there was no interaction after that.
but i wanted more.
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baby - alejandro rosario
Teen Fiction"i hate when people use pet names like 'baby'" "you're gonna have to learn to love it because you are my baby." -ale