Never Yours
Chapter 1: stalker syndrome
I watch him from a far, never getting close enough to be noticed. It doesn't matter though, he would never notice me, one of the inhabitants of the lower levels of the popularity pyramid. He's… not the most popular, but he has his own group of friends that I'm sure he's content with. I have my two best friends, Emily and Amy. They're some of, no scratch that, the best friends I have ever had. Just reading over what I've written paints the illusion that I'm some totally shy, invisible girl. I may be shy around him, but I am not a push over. If anyone tries to mess with me I'll push back, that also applies if someone tries to do that to my friends. If it's only Amy, Emily and I, then I seem to be really outgoing according to them. It seems that I have two personalities. But I think I should get onto the guy that I'm crushing on.
James. That's his name. he's got the most soulful green eyes I have ever gazed upon, not that I have the privilege of having them focused on me, no, I am close to nothing to him. He probably wouldn't notice if I died, until someone pointed it out. Oh boy! I am sounding real pessimistic, pondering life and death. On a happier note, I just heard the bell go, its now the end of my science class, I think… and no, I am not confused because I was gazing at his back, which is oddly attractive even though its just a back… ummm, what was I talking about before his entrancing back? Oh right! Time to go see Amy and Em for lunch.
I gathered my belongings and rode in the stream of other students eagerly trying to get out of their classes, it was not a smooth ride. After I had put away my binders in my locker I headed towards the cafeteria. When I arrived at my destination I spotted the brunette bob of hair that belonged to one of my dear friends and headed towards her.
"Hi Em! Where's Amy?" I questioned.
"I think she said she's going to be late, something about wanting to ask Mr. Marchuck about her marks," replied Em.
"That's our Amy! Geeky as always."
As I picked at what I think was supposed to be the school's meatloaf my eyes wandered upon James. I could just go on about how cute it is the way his shaggy brunette hair curls this one way… And don't go thinking I'm a totally over obsessed school girl who is near the verge of gaining stalker-like tendencies of watching his every move.
"You look like a scientist that's just found the perfect specimen, still observing James like a hawk? If someone other than me and Amy notice your going to be in trouble, you're kinda starting to seem stalker-ish." Em so kindly stated.
"Well first of all James is not my, I mean a specimen to be examined and the correct grammer is Amy and I, not me and Amy. And for the last time, I AM NOT BECOMING STALKER LIKE!!!" I 'ahem' calmly replied.
Slightly embarrassed by my little outburst I ducked my head and tried to consume my 'meatloaf', if you can even call it that, without capturing the eyes of onlookers that had heard the word stalker and tried to tune into the conversation.
"yeeeesh, don't go all freaky on me, I'm just saying you should actually maybe talk to him, make him notice you and become friends instead of just watching him from a far."
Omg! I can't believe this is my so called friend that is supposed to know me like that palm of her hand, but now that I think of that saying, I don't know my palm very well. I don't examine it at all, I just know it's there and everything is fine. Such a stupid saying.
"What, you expect me to just go up to James and say 'James, hi! Would you like to be my friend! We can talk and get to know each other," I so sarcastically told her.
Before my brain could compute the image of Emily's wide, wide eyes and right after I felt a large shadow fall over me I heard the most musical voice I had always wanted to speak to me say, "Why, I think that would be a wonderful idea Ms. Melissa."
Oh Shit!!
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