What a coincidence-you and me here. It’s funny how these things happen. How your class was near the water fountain. Yeah, a coincidence. Who am I kidding? My locker is on the other side of the school and a fountain’s across from it.
What’s that? Yeah, we have a tennis game today. Your eyes-those gorgeous eyes. Wait! What did you just say? My mind’s playing tricks. Why do your eyes unwillingly enchant my body, my mind, and my heart. It shouldn’t be, I threw all three of those away a long time ago. Threw away my purse for a racket, traded in my skirts for baggy jeans, dropped the act and picked up an attitude. But you. You, my team mate, make me want to go from under my baggy shirt and baseball cap, and into my sun dress and curls. You, my interest, makes me want to take a bath and clean off the dirt and grime. You, my love, have given me my own personal sun, to which I can grow from. You, my-my hero, has saved me. You just don’t know it. There you are leaning on someone else’s locker. You’re making me…giggle. I’m giggling! I don’t know what this is. I don’t want to know. What! Bye?!? Pull yourself together! Your hand is warm from the handshake. I hold on one second longer than I’m suppose to. I’m running to Calculus with a smirk. Warmth. Protection. Love. Not in my vocabulary. Give me a break. All the things a “girl” might want. Pathetic.