I saw him at lunch sitting with his friends, biting his sandwich and occasionally fixing his hair. His name was Jason, and he was the love of my life. Was. He always looked over at me and I could tell he liked me. Never got the chance to talk to him, but I'm craving a conversation. So I went over and sat down next to him. "Hi pretty face, my name is Shay."
"Well hi shay, my name is pretty face"
"Wow you're funny do you always crack jokes like that?"
"No but do you need me to?"
"No"
"No need for the attitude. Shay."
"Not an attitude Smith"
"Great to hear." He smirked and ran his hands through his hair. His eyes glistened and he bit his lip. I put my hair through his hair as I walked away and all I heard him say was "damn."
