I wrote this at school the other day. I don't know why...it just came to me. It's really short, but I thought I would post it anyway.
He just walked by me in his tight girl jeans. He knows. I know he knows. The way he flaunts around, walking beside me, "accidently" brushing his hand against mine, and then walking in front of me. Forcing me to look. Well not exactly forcing, because I would look anyway, but you get the point.
Now he's sitting in his desk reading a skateboarding magazine. He doesn't care what the teacher says. He doesn't even hear him.
His friend,Ryan I think, leans over and pokes him in the side in a more than just friends way. He slaps his hand away and grins. He wants him to touch him, but not here, not at school.
He is perfect. Well perfect for me. The all-around goofy guy. He gets along with the popular kids and is nice to the geeks. Like me. Me in my tight black shirts and pants. My black eyeliner and long hair. He can have any girl, or guy, that he wants with those icy blue eyes. What chance does a guy like me have?
Just as I think this he turns around. For no reason. He just turns. And his blue eyes burn into my green eyes with intensity.
He can't hide what he is thinking. And my heart starts to pound like crazy. He feels it too. And he knows.
Hope you enjoyed my RaNdOmNeSs!