"Dear Diary,
Why the hell does this girl in my home room keep looking at me? I don't even know her. I don't even know her name, like seriously, she's pissing me off. I understand you might want to look at people sometimes, but damn, this chick needs to just take a picture of me because the constant staring is creeping/pissing me off."
That was my diary entry about a week ago. The day I wrote that, it was my 18th birthday, and now that I think about it, maybe she was just staring at all my balloons and shit.
: Nah, she would stare at me every day since we started this school year, a month ago. It was a very weird look she had though. Sometimes when I could feel her looking at me, I'd look at her and she'd look down or away shyly. That would make me go "aww" in my mind. The day after my birthday when she looked at me, I quickly looked at her. It was too soon for her to turn away, because our eyes met. I noticed how cute she was, so I decided to be nice and smile at her, just a little grin though. This girl gave me a huge smile, and that made me see how even cuter she was... "Omg she's so pretty" I thought. I looked away right after her smile to me, but could still kind of see her from the corner of my eye. She turned to her friend sitting next to her and if I'm not mistaken, she said "Did you see that" really excitedly. They both snickered, and that made me giggle a bit.
The bell rang, and as I stepped into the hall I saw her standing there as if she was waiting for somebody. I tried not to look at her and walk past.
"Hey" she kind of gasped and grabbed my arm.
"Um hi" was all I could say while looking into her beautiful light brown eyes.
"For the past few weeks I caught myself staring at you. I don't mean to creep you out or anything, so sorry if I did."
She's about 5 foot 5 compared to my 5'1, she had a cute body too. Her body wasn't the typical "hot" body for guys, meaning that her boobs weren't huge D cups, they might've been B's, and she didn't have a big ass or hips. She was skinny, but not too skinny, and she filled out her jeans, but her ass was small. Her body was so cute, and it fit her pretty face and ginger hair.
"Oh um no, you didn't creep me out, it's okay." I bullshitted her with a little grin.
"Yay! Good. My name's Kelly by the way." she reached her hand out for a shake.
I grabbed it awkwardly because nobody did this anymore, but said,
"Sups, I'm Bridget. Thanks for clearing everything up, but I have to go to gym." I said this time with a real smile.
We still had each other's hands, and when I tried to walk away she wouldn't let go. I looked back at her and she was smiling like a crazy person then finally let go. I started walking away still smiling, and she excitedly yelled as if I were far down the hall,
"Wait! Um..."
she paused and walked toward me. "Umm can we sit together in home room tomorrow?" she looked so eager.
I started walking away without answering to make her think she was being denied. I was such a tease. Then I turned my head to look at her and said "Of course we can." Kelly looked very relieved then just smiled and we went our different ways.
By the end of the day all I could think about was Kelly. This was all so strange to me. Why did the girl that stared at me and made me pissed have to turn out to be such a charmer. Ugh, I just couldn't wait for home room the next day.
"Finally, home room" I thought. When I walked in, I went straight to my seat. After all, Kelly was the one who asked if we could sit together, not me. I didn't even notice that she wasn't in the room yet until she walked in as the bell rang. She stopped at her friend and they said a couple of things then she made her way to me.
She looked so pretty that day. She had a tight long sleeved black dress on, a blue jean jacket over it, and a sexy pair of low top cowboy boots on. Her beautiful Ginger hair was out straightened and parted in the middle. Why'd she have to be so pretty? She made me look like shit. I had on a Beanie covering my 18 inch brown hair, no make up on, a loose fitting button up shirt, tight ripped jeans, and my favorite Sperrys. My almost all the time hipster swag.
When Kelly sat down, I had to tell her that she looked really pretty.
"Aww thanks! And you look..."
I cut her off.
"Like a hipster?"
"I was gonna say cute, but you do look like a hipster" she laughed. "I love the hipster look!"
"I am a hipster." I chuckled.
"Oh really?" she said amazed. "What makes you one?"
"The way I dress, the way I act and think about things, it's a whole movement, too much to say."
"Do you smoke" Kelly asked. "Weed?"
"Well of course not! That is illegal!" I said sarcastically.
We both laughed and talked a little more. She randomly paused and said,
"You're really cool Bridget"
I looked down at the desk blushing and grinning, then looked back at her and said shyly,
