Most teenagers do not like going to school. Constant studying, tests, stress, arguments, punching weaker ones.... all this causes three-quarters of young people to experience stomach pains every morning and try to pretend to be sick in front of their parents, just to avoid another day at school.
I don't do that. Why? I'm not weird at all. I don't like studying, I too stress over every test, lessons bore me mercilessly, so I spend them writing stories; however, there is someone in my high school who makes the breaks between lessons a blessing for me.
Furthermore, I exaggerated the term, but seeing him, I feel pleasant butterflies in my stomach and really, I don't need anything else to be happy. My lips themselves stretch into a smile when I see the face of my handsome and charismatic crush.
Felix is a walking ideal, every girl at school says so about him, I am not the only one, because he is a basketball god. This half-American — half-Australian knocks you off your feet with his existence. He is one meter seventy-eight tall, with light blond hair, blue eyes and a swarthy complexion. He is my complete opposite, as I am a short brunette with black eyes and a pale complexion.
I sound like I'm obsessed with him, but nothing like that. I just like to praise him. My friend listens to him twenty-four hours a day, sometimes beating me over the head, wanting to get my crush's name out of there. She hopes that by some miracle I will get amnesia and forget Felix's existence.
Her misfortune. I will die repeating his name over and over again.
So far, I have not missed a basketball game. I am its number one fan, and Eve always has to accompany me. Occasionally, I feel sorry for her that she is friends with me, because the poor girl falls asleep on the bench, while everyone around is cheering for our school's team and, above all, the captain — Felix.
I should be more original and pick a crush that ninety-eight percent of the chicks in our school don't lust after. In that two percent is Eve, who thinks he has too pretty a face for her to find him attractive.
Calm. She is weird. Her type includes less handsome men, she doesn't like it when a man is prettier than she.
She's an exceptional blonde, seriously.
I dream of the day when Felix sees me. How beautiful would my name sound if he said it in his low voice?
Will my dream come true before he graduates?