New Born

He saw me coming down the road and at once his face lit up. His foot stopped tapping to the beat of Radiohead that was coming from his earphones and suddenly became more interested in making sure his hair looked OK. I grinned at his vanity and made my short legs carry my rather squat figure closer to him, even though my blisters were making my feet burn and itch. My hair was flustered and getting in my eyes, my cheeks red and my back acing with the weight of my books but I didn't care because I was with him, getting closer and closer. His blond hair flopping slightly over his eyes, his huge rucksack on the ground next to his bulging art folder full of masterpieces and the sports bag holding his hockey stick. I could already remember his smell, the way my heart missed a beat every time he touched me. The way he stroked my hand with his thumb, put my hair behind my ear, going out of his way just to hug me. He looked exhausted after his long day at school, dark circles starting to form underneath his bright blue eyes, but he was still beautiful. He was beyond hot, in my eyes he was perfection. High cheek bones of a grown man, but filled with pure innocence and full lips that were soft and gentle at the touch. I reached out my hand to him and was about to take it but I suddenly remembered where I was sitting and who I was. In a crowded maths class. Single. With my sexist pig of a teacher yelling at me. Yay.

Today, what I was thinking when I should have been doing Boxplots, or whatever they were...

My events after school were not as magical as I hoped they would be. I bought these shoes from Primark, the new issue of Vogue and a Starbucks hot chocolate. It was extremely strong and now I feel a little sick. Great!

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