Crush
"There is no 'h' in suck!" I hear someone yell across the hall as I step out of the elevator. It's my first year here in Clover, but don't get it wrong, I'm already in my senior year. I had to transfer and I don't know why, but I guess I hoped Clover would be better.
I look at the boy standing next to the wall full of papers and I smile. He certainly doesn't look happy, but I'm pretty sure I have never laid my eyes upon anything more beautiful in my entire life. I mean, I look at him, at his pout and... God he's gorgeous.
He suddenly looks at me and I realize I've been staring at him for a few seconds now.
"What?" He asks bitterly, "You wanna add another 'suck' there?"
"N-no," I quickly stutter, "I-I didn't write it, apart from those morons I know that there's no 'h' in suck." I defend myself.
"Oh, well, good for you." He says and walks away.
Wait. What? He walks away? Just like that? No way, I'm not letting this be the end of our first encounter.
"Hey! Wait!" I call and run after him, but he doesn't turn around. "Hey!" I say again, this time already standing in front of him. He stops and rolls his eyes.
"What do you want?" He asks, glaring at me.
"Um, well, I'm Blaine Anderson." I smile a bit and reach out my hand. He doesn't shake it. "I'm new here, I transferred." I add.
"And I should care, because..."
"Um, I just wanted to ask if you know where's..." I quickly look at my paper with instructions that I wrote yesterday and continue, "...classroom number 14?" I look up at him again.
He sighs with irritation and says, "turn around." I turn around and look at the door. Of course it says 'Classroom 14' and of course I had to embarrass myself in front of him right the first time I met him. Typical me. I turn back, but he's already walking into the classroom. Well, at least we share the first class. Meaning, I get to stare at him the whole time. I walk inside and sit down to a desk in the corner of the room.
Fifteen minutes later and the blackboard is already full of x's and y's, brackets and different random letters. Honestly, it's a lot to take in on my first day of school here, but I guess I'll have to deal with it. My dad expects me to be a straight-A student, as always – a nerd.
"Well, the 'i' stands for an imaginary number." The teacher says and I write a note to the 'i' in my book.
"Okay, hold up. There are imaginary numbers now?" I hear a familiar voice say and I look up. "Are there unicorns in the next lesson? Can someone please teach me something useful? Like, how to balance a checkbook?" He says and God, doesn't that turn me on. He's very good looking and he's sassy like hell and- Oh crap... I think I have a crush.
And I don't even know his name.
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There’s so much heart in your work. You write as if you know your characters personally, every line feels like it’s written with love, not just creativity. The balance between light and sorrow, between what’s said and what’s left unspoken, is masterful. It’s rare to find a story that feels both comforting and powerful at once. Thank you for sharing something that truly comes from the soul.