I pick at my short stubby nails, licking my already chapped lips. My foot taps the floor in a nervous rhythm, as a bubble of heat rising in my throat.
The piece of paper is safely tucked in my pocket, and if I'm not able to calm my nerves down it might just stay there for the rest of the day.
I stare at him from my locker as he laughs with his friends far down the hallway, he doesn't notice me staring-he never notices me. Hell, I'd be surprised if he even knows who I am, but what's more concerning is that I would still be attracted to him either way.
I pull the paper out from my pocket, a love note I carefully crafted, sure to get his attention. The only problem now is how exactly I'm going to give it to him, I can't just walk up to him, I'm fairly sure I would be humiliated if I did.
Perhaps I could slip it into his locker? I'll have to think about that. The jarring ding if the school bell pauses my train of thought, I grab my notes from my locker and slam in shut.
I take one last smoldering look at him before I head to my class.
I know what you're thinking, I don't have a chance in hell with this guy. He's the popular attractive boy and I'm the awkward girl who barely anyone knows. I've also accepted the fact that I do look a bit bland, compared to all the other girls he has dated. Big breasts, long legs, sexy blondes- you get the gist.
I tell myself everyday that he has no interest in me, yet I always feel a blush in my cheeks everytime I see him.
I'm really down bad.
I walk over to class and plop onto my usual seat. A couple behind are making out aggressively, and I have to physically block out the noise.
Could this day get any worse?
At that Moment, the door bursts open to reveal a tall and curvy girl.
That's not even enough to describe her, she's has got the be the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She's wearing a short jean skirt those shows of her sexy long legs and her vibrant red hair falls over her shoulders. It's also not hard to notice her gigantic breasts, and I can tell that causes everyone to turn their heads. Her piercing hazel eyes peer back at us, clearly not intimidated by the attention.
She flips her hair as she takes a seat right in front of me. I gulp, flipping through my notes to get distracted.
Ultimately, it doesn't work. She's all I can think throughout the whole class.
I wonder what perfume she's wearing, she smells really nice. So nice I want to stuff my face into her long and luscious hair.
Whoa. Where did that come from?
I can see I'm not the only one eating her up, I catch the boys in our class giving her smoldering glances, although I noticed I'm the only girl looking at her in awe. The rest are either minding their business or giving her hateful glances.
I wonder why.
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It's lunch time now and I've decided it's time to make my move. I pull the note out of my pocket and scamper to his locker, making sure no one else is around.
By the time I turn the corner, it becomes apparent that I will not be able to give him this note today, or ever.
The gorgeous new girl is talking to him, and he seems to be eating her up. He's eyes are bathed with pure lust as he talks to her, and I think I can even make up the slightest bulge in his pants.
I look back at the not I have so carefully crafted, and tear it to pieces as I dispose of it.
I feel a strong pang of jealousy as I walk away, but I'm not sure who exactly I'm jealous of.