~They.

Them.

He...

Lies are, but a child-like and ingenuous telling of another to me.

Of course its to me--- The odd one.

The girl that wears bright outfits.

The girl people unknowingly assume as idiotic and gullible.

The one with weird glasses.

But as always, everyone else is perfect...

I'm the girl with the highest test scores...

I'm the one who sees people as the truly are...

Is it not just me that notices these things?

Is it me [?], the one earnestly making assumptions?

Lets start with him.

The one who ruined it.

He told the only possible one I wanted...

Now I look like the stupid one... At least more than usual.

Maybe someday we would've been together.

Physically and subconsciously.

Each other on our minds.

But that now perhaps doubtlessly not.

As I assume without a word of lie.

I wish I knew what he was thinking...

Probably about some other girl.

Not the stupid one.

I'm jealous...

I'm not the pretty one in this life.

Mostly, he would be.

He shows himself to this world.

The one that told him just made it worse for me.

I have to be near him.

And the one on my mind.

This is awkward.

I don't know what to think.

If we did end up together, it would probably just be a low-life trick to get a naive lover.

To prove something...

It proves nothing.

He's the cool one.

I'm not... ~

I wasn't thinking.

It's like I can't say anything.

It would just blow up in my face.

I just said he was cute. Because he is.

Not just cute. he's drop dead gorgeous...

Well, when I think about it, he's not.

But the way I feel about him makes me want to scream out...

that I love him...

That would be wrong though.

I won't lie, we would look cute together.

He has brown curly hair

tired brown eyes

soft looking lips...

I have wavy blonde hair

happy blue eyes

probably ghastly sense of fashion...

Oh how I wish I could stay near him and just stare in awe at his exquisiteness...

He's a bit different.

He's not afraid to be himself; cocky, loud, slightly charming at the best times without even meaning to be...

All I said was that he was cute. To my friend.

Then the other kid heard and ran to tell him.

Disgusting.

Eavesdropping and prying.

Absolutely disgusting.

Why is it that I miss him right now?

Late at night?
We could be talking.

Getting to know one another...

Anyways,

I must be careful what I say around others.

After what just happened.

I must gush about him in private,

otherwise...

We know what happened.

I hope he finds me captivating!!

Oh, what a joy that would bring!!

I hope we end up together in the end!!

Probably not...

You know what's funny about love?

We are always ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure that they don't like us...

But that zero-point-zero-one percent is just enough to keep us going...!

I want him to talk to me.

It gives me a quiet but sure feeling of uneasiness knowing what happened but not what else the boy has told him.

I hope it really wasn't that bad...

It probably wasn't...

Right?

He...

He...

walked past me!

Not just walked past me.

He squeezed as close as he could through the desks (My desk) multiple times!!

He looked at me too.

He smelled like clean clothes. And strawberries. And cologne.

He's so cute.

His friends suggest he likes me.

I don't know.

He knows I like him.

Obviously

Does he like me back?

Would we ever end up together?

Would we end in dispute or discord?

Oh...

How I long to know...

It feels weird - missing someone.

It's like they aren't just gone...

It's like they are gone - and not coming back soon.

I'll see him tomorrow.

I just wish he was... Here... now... To comfort me...

Wish he could wrap his arms around me and squeeze me tight like he cares.

I wonder if he does care.

I hope he does.