There he was with hair so golden with insane flow, he passed by my locker at the exact time as always. I began to freak out with his presence near me.

“Yo, dude what’s up?” Jack says to his friend, completely ignoring my desperate attempt to get noticed by him.

Molly hesitated to say, “It’s okay, we will see him at lunch and maybe by then you will muster up the courage to talk to him,” not knowing what my reaction might be.

I turned around and began to walk down the crowded corridor with Molly to go sit at the table next to Jack’s still not get noticed. I started to cough and flip my hair just for him to catch a slight glimpse of me, but I don’t get noticed by Jack. Andrew turned around and actually noticed me, but he lacked that side of mystery that Jack has. The smell of the gross, brown, slimy mystery meat made me nauseas but I couldn’t stop myself from staring.

“Let’s go wait over there, Ally,” Molly suggested and pointed to outside the cafeteria.
Feelings began to emerge, I couldn’t go with them. What if he sees me? He can’t see me! No! I flash forward to see how my life would be if he knew I liked him. Would he like me back? Would his friends be okay with it? I did not want to find out today.

“Well, me and Molly are going to wait over there and stare at him for you,” Summer happily stated

I decided to go with them, but I kept my distance so hopefully would not be spotted. I nonchalantly walked over, made insanely awkward eye contact with him and my hands got clammy as my heart started racing. I have been spotted. I flipped my hair frantically, making myself look like an animal spazzing. My pride just plummeted as I miserably left the stupid cafeteria.

“Hunny you’re fine,” Molly’s persuasion didn’t doing much at this point, “he probably just thought it was some kind of freak eye contact.”

I started to roll my eyes and walk away with my body slumping over like my books weighed a thousand pounds. Questions are racing around in my head. Does he think I’m a stalker? Was he staring at me earlier? Is he beginning to like me? What can I do so he will like me? I don’t know any of these answers but I will find out one day… When I actually talk to him. But for now I will just hope and hide.

“C’mon Andrew, let’s go to woodshop!” Jack exclaimed while I’m still trying to get noticed.

I began to question in my head, why is he still not noticing me? He can notice his best friend but not me. I screamed to Summer to wait for me, and Andrew turned around. Why not Jack? Time goes by very slowly, and all I thought about was Jack.
The announcements came on calling students to the guidance office. “Andrew Hutnel, Henry Smith, Abigail Smotner, Jack Warner, Mary Richards, Jamie Binet, and Ally Ford please report to guidance at the bell.”
“Oh my God, you and Jack both got called to the office! You should actually like um, I don’t know, talk to him,” a very happy and jumpy Molly suggested.
As I headed to the office my stomach began to turn and I got butterflies. I might actually have to sit next to him while I wait to get called in. Do I say anything? Do I do anything? I don’t know anymore!
“Guys, you’re just going to sit here and wait until Mr. Devine is ready to talk to you about Naviance,” Mrs. Perry ensured us.
I began to feel my face getting as red as a tomato. But I guess it’s better than my face turning as green as a tomato. He walked in late, as usual, and sat down right next to me.
“Hey,” he said so blissfully, that I began to fantasize my future life with him.
I began to think, what do I say back? Do I raise my voice? Do I say it quietly? Do I make eye contact? What if I do the wrong thing? He will never like me. Seconds passed by sluggishly and I decided I wound finally say something, I’m not sure what, but something good.
“Umm, hi,” I blurted out with no intentions of him replying.
“Jack Warner, Mr. Devine is ready to speak with you.”
I knew I blew my perfect chance of finally making an okay impression. He got up and walked down that forever going corridor to Mr. Devine’s office. I just wanted to leave this office now, if I couldn’t have Jack I didn’t want to be here. I got called in and five minutes later I was back in the hallway walking alone and gloomy, missing Jack.
“So, how’d that go?” a winking and nudging Molly asked.
“It didn’t go at all, like nothing happened. I sat there right next to him, and didn’t make eye contact and barely said anything.”
“Oh Ally, you’re fine. Look he’s coming right towards us!”
“You better be kidding Molly!” I agitatedly whispered.
I turned around to find Jack Warner, an awful soccer player but insanely gorgeous guy, walking right towards me. Our eyes locked on each other’s as the force of his elbow dug into my stomach. I heard a ripping noise that caused great alarm to me. I remembered how old my backpack truly is I started to carry it with great care. The bell rings, me and Molly started walking to World History. She began to nudge me and point to the right, it just so happens that I was walking right next to my future husband.
World History finally ended and we started walking towards our lockers, the hallway is cramped. I saw Jack and started to fix my hair and arrange myself so I look sort of presentable. While I fixed my hair, I hit my backpack against the stupid row of lockers, I heard a familiar noise again, and then I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders, literally.
“Oh my God! Ally your backpack finally ripped!” shouted Molly.
I looked down to find all my papers scattered along the crowded floor. I turned back into a tomato because of my annoying, cheap, useless, dumb backpack.
“Hey, look!” Molly exclaimed while pointing to a god-like figure walking my way. “He’s probably gonna feel bad and help you!”
I bent down and started collecting my abundance of papers, the embarrassment was indescribable and I’m a full blown tomato now. To make things worse my future husband stepped on my short story, due next period, leaving a big Nike autograph.
“Whoa, dude, you can go ahead but I’m gonna help her out,” a familiar but unknown voice said.
I was in heaven, was this really my future husband? I swiftly did a hair flip and caught a glimpse of a guy, who is not my future husband. Andrew! I always liked him.
“Well Ally, I think your fine. I’m gonna go to Lang and Lit now,” Molly said with a wink, and left me alone with Andrew.
“That was stupid of Jack to miss his perfect chance to talk to a pretty girl.”
I started to blush and my brain was in full speed trying to find what to say back.
“Um, I guess.”
Really, “um, I guess” was the best I came up with. Well I blew my chance with another man-dime. I just shut up because too discouraged to make conversation.
“So, you’re pretty cool. Why have we not met before? My name is Andrew,”
I didn’t want to bring up the fact at that time that I knew his name and have been stalking him and his best friend with my best friend. So I just replied like a normal person would.
“I’m not quite sure why we haven’t met yet. But my name is Ally.”
“Oh, cool! We should hang out sometime!”
I began to realize how I’ve been admiring the wrong guy. Andrew is the one. Jack just happened to be a player. But his best friend with the same incredible, flowing, blonde hair is just like him, except he actually notices me. New thoughts began to form, does Andrew like me? Is it too soon? Should I hang out with him? Just when I’m asked myself these questions I get interrupted.
“I can’t believe Jack just ignored your signs. But I noticed them every once in a while and I think there could be something more here.”
This is it! The start of something new! Am I still dreaming?
“Someone pinch me.”
I can’t believe actually say that out loud! Those thoughts start to form again, what is he gonna think? Once again I was rudely interrupted by my new future husband.
“Oww!”
“Well, you said pinch me. I’m a little confused why but I did it.”
“I’m just running out of words right now. I’ve been going after the wrong guy, it was a complete waste of my time.”
“Well, I know we don’t know each other that well but we can get to know each other. Wanna go out with me?”
I thought of how to say yes without actually screaming it?
“……Okay……”
“We should probably get to class now, but I’ll meet you at your locker after class.”