What was it about HIM that I could never let go? I can't explain but mention the moments that will always be precious to me. One of them being the first time I met him.
Here I was minding my business and just like that he shows up. I was wary when he approached me. I didn't know him and preferred not to deal with the unwanted attention. He pursues regardless of my mood and the people surrounding us. I watched him from the corner of my eye. I refuse to make eye contact or else he would mistake my glare as a challenge. When he came into my line of sight, I keep my eyes on the floor. There was no need to acknowledge him but then he spoke. His voice wasn't as deep as most girls would like, only soft and firm yet couldn't mistake he is a guy. His voice tugs at me to pay close attention.
"Hi, I noticed that you and I have the same history class together, are you a freshman?" Mentally I rolled my eyes and thought of all the things you could say to me, That was it. Oh please. "Um yea what gave it away?" I responded. He goes "Well it obvious I haven't seen someone so cute like you." I couldn't control the frown that marked my face as I continue to stare at his feet. "UM thanks." God, he was so corny. I better leave before he assumes he got to me like those other dumb girls who fall for that sh**t.
As I turn, he blocks me and speaks with a hint of amusement. "I guess your not the type to take compliments." He chuckles lightly, "No need to be shy sweetie." Okay, he is pushing it, I see no point in being nice no more."Look can't you bother someone else who might fall for your corny pickup lines, it's obvious you lack game." He says " Why don't you look at me and say that." Balling up my fists, I look up to the idiot who can't take a hint. Soon as I did, his good looks gave me pause on the insult I wanted to say. With effort, I maintain blank face and for a moment I take in his appearance, He is tall, I guess 5'9 which is not bad for someone small like me. Why does it matter, I don't care. He looks well built, although I can't tell for sure with his jacket on. I wonder what it would feel like to touch him.
Again I don't care. I refuse to notice how sexy the beard makes him look. Or how handsome he is with the shape up. Or how his Tan complexion is slightly darker from mine give me chills. Yea I don't care. Not even his dark brown eyes can... make....me...slip. Dammit! why he had to be cute and conceited. Jesus, he was smirking like he knew I couldn't resist. Boy was he wrong. Smiling very sweetly I said, "Go F*** Yourself." I walked away with my heart beating fast.
