Yesterday I noticed a girl in my school looking in my direction. I couldn't help but notice how far apart in leagues I was to her; farther than it's ever been and I felt like she was looking right through me. What was crazier was how she started approaching me; she walked with a commitment like she knew me somehow. A popular girl like her approaching me, a loner, a loser, it was clear she was on top of the food chain and I wasn't but it didn't bother me. Finally, I caught a glimpse of her clothing as she moved closer to me; she was wearing a pink plaid skirt with the hashing red lines rather than the black ones you saw in other uniforms. Her blouse matched with the skirt and it had the shortest sleeves I've ever seen and its midriff was pretty much nonexistent.
She brushed her fingers through her hair while she stopped short of where I stood like a bumbling idiot; her hair glistened in the sunset and gave her that golden sheen which dirty blonde hair gave most cheerleaders. I was too dumbfounded by the thought that such a gorgeous girl could even look at me, that I lost her words in my thoughts "Hey, um, are you the guy with the answer sheet?", she had said.
The brief pause must have made her impatient because the next thing I knew she was rattling the edge of my sleeve, like a child does to get their parent's attention. "Oh, yeah, hey. Yeah, I'm the guy." I said, fixing her with an awkward smile, which in retrospect must have been creepy; 'Show some teeth Julian' the small voice in my head kept saying, and I acquiesced like an idiot with this wide grin. "Are you okay, Julian?" She asked almost innocent, were it not for the fact that she was crossing her arms over her chest and her fingertips tapped on her skin. "Um, yeah, uhhh, Kianna right?" I asked her, although I already knew who she was and at this point, I was trying to get as much as possible away from giving her the idea that I was more of a creep than she already thought.
Kianna huffed and seemed flustered by the mere idea that some peasant like myself could fathom the thought of not knowing someone so important. I felt like an idiot and watched her walk away, at least I got to see the rest of her as she trotted off, her hips moving back and forth like a pendulum. That was college for me, it was hell sometimes, but at least I could find myself an excuse to find the love of my life here, and having a bachelor's degree could come in handy later on too.