The One
You corner Alex during lunch.
"Hey. Alex. C'mere," you wave him over, and although he looks confused, he's happy to see you. You're friends with him, obviously, because your best friend is dating him. You remember the first time you saw him, when you fell madly in love with his brown puppydog eyes and his wavy, long-ish brown hair. You remember stopping in your tracks to stare at him, thinking about what it would feel like to kiss him, his hands in your hair, his--
"Aelia! What's up, girlie?" His smile makes you melt, but you know it's wrong to think about him like that. Plus, he would never go for someone like you. He's too confident. He's too intimidating.
His grin makes you nervous. You smile back.
"Hey. Alex. C'mere," you wave him over, and although he looks confused, he's happy to see you. You're friends with him, obviously, because your best friend is dating him. You remember the first time you saw him, when you fell madly in love with his brown puppydog eyes and his wavy, long-ish brown hair. You remember stopping in your tracks to stare at him, thinking about what it would feel like to kiss him, his hands in your hair, his--
"Aelia! What's up, girlie?" His smile makes you melt, but you know it's wrong to think about him like that. Plus, he would never go for someone like you. He's too confident. He's too intimidating.
His grin makes you nervous. You smile back.