I was staring at him again…..
His brown curly and dark eyes. I almost didn’t notice that I was staring until his eyes passed mine..accidentally*
This is just sad. He was in my class since 6th grade and right now was 12 and I have probably never said a word to him. I mean obviously, we’re in the same class so he probably knows me, doesn’t he? At least my name or be able to identify me right but he probably doesn’t even know I exist. That’s the sad part about love, and prom is literally right around the corner.
I smiled bitterly to myself and looked away. Though I like him, I never had any intention of talking to him ever. I’m just scared of rejection and he probably won’t have any interest in me whatsoever.
I was lost in thought when the teacher called my name and his. I had no idea what she was talking about so I whispered to my best friend, “What is she talking about?”
“You’re looking at him again, aren’t you? Group work, and you got him. This is your chance,” She says laughing.
I rolled my eyes. My heart sank, this couldn’t be right. Why am I with him? Out of all the people I could have got, I got him. He’s going to hate me more after this. I know he would.
I looked at him, he was looking back at me. He raises his eyebrow mockingly. I guess he does know who I am….unless that wasn’t directed to me.
I looked behind me to see if he was talking to someone there, but no one else was looking at him. When I looked back at him, he laughed and rolled his eyes.
“You may go to your partner now,” The teacher, the exact word I have been dreading.
Max beckons me over with his long slender fingers. I rolled my eyes as if I was annoyed.
I walked over and sat next to him.
“Hi,” He says.
“Hi. Do you know what we’re doing cuz I don’t.”
“That’s cuz you were looking at me weren’t you?” He asks and I felt my face turn bright red.
“What no I wasn’t,” I said.
“I’m kidding,” He says.
“Right I knew that,” I said.
See what I mean, I’m pretty much socially awkward.
“So hey, I wanted to ask you something.” He said.
“Yeah? What?” I asked anticipation filling my heart.
“Yeah, I wanted to..” He started.
Suddenly the bell rang, and class was over. Just my luck.
“Oh never mind,” He says, “I’ll tell you later.”
I smiled. This was the first and only interaction that I have ever had with him and I like it.
One-sided relationships are no fun.
I was walking to lunch one day when a guy in my class came up to me.
“Hi,” he says.
I smiled trying to be nice.
“Will you go to prom with me,” he asked.
Oh, honestly, I only considered him as a friend. But he won’t ask me out either so if I said no, I would have no one. I decided to agree.
Before I could say anything though someone behind me said, “She’s not interested.”
I looked back. He was there.
“What do you mean, I’m not interested?” I asked.
“You’re not interested,” he repeated firmly.
Then he turned to him, and said, “Get lost.”
Scared, he ran away. No one in their right mind would mess with him.
I looked away, I didn’t want to look at him, “Why did you do that? I was going to say yes.”
He said in a hoarse voice, “Your mine, you’re going with me.”
His fingers grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. He looked at me deeply in the eye. I felt my heart quaver with his touch.
“Since when?” I asked.
“Since now,” he says gently.
He pinned me against the wall, his arms blocking my path ensuring that I won’t escape, and planted a soft kiss on my lips. I felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart skipped a beat.
“Oh, and by the way. You’ll be going to the dance with me.” He says firmly but I could hear the softness in his voice.
With that, he casually walked away as if nothing ever happened.
He just left me leaning against the wall with a stupid smile on my face.
I sighed, I loved that guy.
