Intertwined

Solana

It takes a lot for a girl to get angry. And I truly mean that. We will keep our composure while men lose their temper over the smallest things. Of course, it's not "all men." That was sarcasm if you couldn't tell. But I promise I tried my hardest not to let Anthony's words faze me throughout the first week of junior year. That promise didn't last long, especially since it ended with bruised knuckles, a slightly broken nose, and a semester's worth of punishments.

I understand that even though I switched from glasses to contacts and got my braces removed, the teasing wouldn't stop all the way. I was still the girl in the background, as cliché as that sounded, it was the truth. Those who did know who I was realized I was of no importance really quickly; my group of friends were always the shining stars, and I had always preferred it that way. Kelly, Emily, and Marie were the sweetest group of girls who had taken me under their wing in my freshman year, right after moving from Idaho to the big state of Texas... yeehaw, I guess?

Anyways, back to what I was saying... I might have accidentally... well, maybe purposely... punched someone. But again, as all girls know, it takes a lot to get us angry.

Jacob

Have you ever just stared at someone, hoping they would even spare you a glance? Ever wish you could read their thoughts? That they might actually be thinking about you, too? I have been hoping- no, wishing for her. She thinks she's invisible, but I can see her, her dark brown curls, soft natural blush on her cheeks when she does something clumsy, hoping no one saw her... Okay, I sound like a stalker... but I'm her stalker-wait. I just really like her, to the point where I know everything about her...

That doesn't make that stalker comment better.