Hi, I Think I Like-Like You

"Hi, I'm Alison, junior year. You wouldn't know me but - No, nope sounds too insecure,"

I look into the mirror and stare into my eyes as I take a deep breath and starts again.

"Hello, Corbyn. It's me, Al, haha - Oh god what was that how would he even know who I am,"

I can't even practice introducing myself to Corbyn. How am I going to do it this year? This is the last chance I have before he graduates next year and I will never see him ever again. Sigh.

I get up and once again stare into the mirror. "You will talk to him this year, Alison Adler. It's this year or never. He's graduating this year and you will not see him anymore after this so snap out of it, be brave, and talk to him,"

I muster up the most smoldering look I could manage, before flopping onto my bed again.

I will never be able to talk to Corbyn Besson.