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Hi guys! I'm back with a companion piece to "My First Crush". It's from the
point of view of the guy. It's written in pretty much the same style. I hope
you'll like it. I know I should update CITD but this just struck me at 11:30
last night. 😆 Please read, review and enjoy. 😃
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Sweaty hands. I hate sweaty hands. Especially when they belong to
me. It's all her fault. Isn't it always? Here I am trying to reconcile with
the fact that yes, school has started and yes, I'm going to be stuck here
for the next nine months or so. And then, I make the mistake of turning. I
notice her and I stare.
There's something different about her this term, I'm not sure what. It
could be something about her hair. Girls do very complicated things with
their hair. It's very pretty though. As I'm staring, she catches my eye. Oh
no, caught red-handed! I quickly turn away and she does too, bending
down to tie her shoelace, which is already tied. She's so crazy it's cute.
Cute. Ugh. I can't believe I used that word. It's the most disgusting
word ever, especially for a boy to say.
The Princi is still going on about something. Once she gets a chance to
talk she never stops, although no one is listening. I hear my name being
called. It's that girl from the other class. I'm not willing to take the effort
to remember her name now. She's flirting with me, I can tell, although I'm
not listening to what she's saying. Eventually, she goes off.
Now I'm free to focus my attention onto her. My friends would laugh
if they knew. But they're too busy flirting and throwing paper balls at the
girls.
I think the Gods all have a personal vendetta against me. That's why I'm
made to sit near her. Normally, I would be thrilled. She's a right old
smarty-pants and everyone loves to copy off her. But now I'm not. I'm
sure, that if I sit near her, someone or the other will find out about…I
can't bring myself to say it. I'm making it very obvious as it is. I've turned
back around fifteen times already, asking her for help in class and the
day's not even over yet! Some of her friends are giggling already. They're
a sharp bunch.
Class is over and I'm standing at the same spot in the corridor, chatting
and laughing with my friends. They're arguing about who is hotter –
Pamela Anderson or Angelina Jolie. I roll my eyes and notice her out of
the corner of my eye. She's laughing with her own group; her hair is
glinting in the afternoon sunlight. Wow. I think I've lost it! I can't stop
staring! It's the first day of school and it's already so bad. I bang my head
against the wall. It's going to be a long year…
point of view of the guy. It's written in pretty much the same style. I hope
you'll like it. I know I should update CITD but this just struck me at 11:30
last night. 😆 Please read, review and enjoy. 😃
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**************
**********
Sweaty hands. I hate sweaty hands. Especially when they belong to
me. It's all her fault. Isn't it always? Here I am trying to reconcile with
the fact that yes, school has started and yes, I'm going to be stuck here
for the next nine months or so. And then, I make the mistake of turning. I
notice her and I stare.
There's something different about her this term, I'm not sure what. It
could be something about her hair. Girls do very complicated things with
their hair. It's very pretty though. As I'm staring, she catches my eye. Oh
no, caught red-handed! I quickly turn away and she does too, bending
down to tie her shoelace, which is already tied. She's so crazy it's cute.
Cute. Ugh. I can't believe I used that word. It's the most disgusting
word ever, especially for a boy to say.
The Princi is still going on about something. Once she gets a chance to
talk she never stops, although no one is listening. I hear my name being
called. It's that girl from the other class. I'm not willing to take the effort
to remember her name now. She's flirting with me, I can tell, although I'm
not listening to what she's saying. Eventually, she goes off.
Now I'm free to focus my attention onto her. My friends would laugh
if they knew. But they're too busy flirting and throwing paper balls at the
girls.
I think the Gods all have a personal vendetta against me. That's why I'm
made to sit near her. Normally, I would be thrilled. She's a right old
smarty-pants and everyone loves to copy off her. But now I'm not. I'm
sure, that if I sit near her, someone or the other will find out about…I
can't bring myself to say it. I'm making it very obvious as it is. I've turned
back around fifteen times already, asking her for help in class and the
day's not even over yet! Some of her friends are giggling already. They're
a sharp bunch.
Class is over and I'm standing at the same spot in the corridor, chatting
and laughing with my friends. They're arguing about who is hotter –
Pamela Anderson or Angelina Jolie. I roll my eyes and notice her out of
the corner of my eye. She's laughing with her own group; her hair is
glinting in the afternoon sunlight. Wow. I think I've lost it! I can't stop
staring! It's the first day of school and it's already so bad. I bang my head
against the wall. It's going to be a long year…
Arjun
