“Oh no, she’s cute!”

God, the day has just started, and it already sucks! The first thing I did today was fall off my bed, giving me terrible back pain, only to find out that I woke up late and class starts in ten minutes, so I barely had any time to get ready. I didn’t brush my hair or my teeth, I threw on a white t-shirt and some shorts I found on the floor- and I’m not even sure if they’re clean -, I had to leave my apartment without any breakfast, and now I’m in the middle of traffic, making me even more late! Fuck!

Once I make it to the campus, I pull my phone out and check the time. Crap, I’m fifthteen minutes late, I have to hurry! With one backpack strap hanging off my shoulder, I sprint to class, teachers stopping me and telling me to walk- which I didn’t, obviously, ya girl is late to class, fuck you guys! 

Almost 20 minutes late, I fling the door open, hitting the door frame with a loud slam that echoed throughout the classroom. Panting heavily, I make eye contact with my teacher, who’s eyeing me up and down with a raised brow. 

“Sorry, Mr. Felix, I woke up late this morning,” I barely got out, panting between words. 

“I see,” he clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed at me for causing such a disruption. “Next time, maybe try arriving at class on time and without slamming the door open.”

A few snickers and giggles are scattered around the room, some students pointing and whispering about me to their friends. I roll my eyes and shoot a glare at them, making them shut up immediately. Ugh, fucking brats. 

“Now,” Mr. Felix started, eyeing me again, this time with a scowl, “why don’t you head on to the bathroom for a bit? Maybe…freshen up a bit.”

Even more snickers and giggles fill the room this time. Ugh, I bet he paused because he wanted to find a way to ‘put it nicely’. God, I hate this man.

“Fine, whatever,” I mutter, pulling the other backpack strap on my shoulder as I turn around to head to the bathroom. “Asshole.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” I slam the door shut after walking out, a cheeky grin spreading across my face. He’ll probably give me a low grade just because of this, but oh fucking well, I never liked his class in the first place. 

After applying a bit of makeup and making my hair look a little more presentable, I walk back to class. I make my way to a seat in the back, dumping my backpack next to my seat. Just as I sat down, my stomach growled, echoing throughout the classroom, just like the door I slammed open. 

Laughter fills the air, people turning around and pointing at me. Cheeks flushed and stomach hungry, I buried my face in my arms. God, what did I do to deserve this?! 

Once the laughter dies down, I pick my head back up and get my supplies out of my backpack. About to put my notebook down, I’m greeted by three lollipops tied together by a pink ribbon making a cute, little bow and a folded note. I look around, wondering who could’ve given it to me. Everybody seems too engrossed in the lesson to even give a fuck about me. Oh well I guess. I open the note, the paper adorned with cursive written in pink ink. 

You don’t seem to be doing so good, so here, have this :) I know it’s not much, but I hope it makes you feel better. I hope your day gets better too !

Aw, that’s sweet. I take one more look around, trying to find who could’ve given me such a sweet note. Nope, same result as last time. Maybe the girl next to me knows. 

“Hey,” I whisper and tap her shoulder, “did you see anybody-”

She turns around, and my heart skips a beat. 

Oh no, she’s cute!

With one golden-brown eye that emulated the warm feeling of autumn and another ocean-blue one that I wanted to drown in, a cotton-candy-pink tint decorated her cheeks as a silver lip ring embellished her rosy, glossy lips that looked oh-so-kissable. Wavy and long, her luscious, brown hair with pink streaks was tied up in a half-up, half-down, a few awry hairs tucked behind her ear. A soft smile spread across her face as her eyes began to sparkle, and I can feel my cheeks burning. The sun shone from behind, highlighting her magnificence, making her seem like an angel; I wouldn’t doubt it if she were one. Nobody’s perfect, and yet she somehow is the personification of perfect. 

Speak, say something, stop freezing up like an idiot, stop staring at her like a creep.

“Is there something you need?” God, even her voice is perfect. All the music in the world couldn’t compare to how angelic and beautiful her voice is. Smooth like butter and better than any song I’ll ever hear, I want to hear her talk again. 

“Um, uh, no- I mean yes, I do, um, maybe, I don’t know-” God, you idiot, can you form a proper, fucking sentence?!

“Ahem,” Mr. Felix clears his throat, staring right at me with a nasty scowl. Crap. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but class is in session. Not only do you rudely barge into class, you’re also now talking in my class. Do I need to send you to the office?”

Fuck, he’s pissed. “No…”

“Then stop talking and start paying attention before I decide that I do,” he demanded, glaring daggers at me.

“Sorry,” I mumble. Fuck, people are laughing again. Ugh, shut up for once. I take a peek at the girl next to me. She’s laughing too, but why am I not mad? Well, how could I be when her laugh feels like heaven and all I want to do is capture and seal it up in a jar to keep all for myself? I guess it’s fine if she doesn’t shut up…

Crap, she caught me staring! I quickly look away and bury my head in my arms again. Once I do, I hear another soft giggle. I want to look up, I want to see her adorable smile again, but I shouldn’t. She probably thinks I’m weird. 

I lift my head back up and rest my chin on my hand. I can’t stop thinking about her. My cheeks are probably really red. I take another peek at her. Her gaze is directed towards the lesson, but then she glances at me too. She smirks, winks, then turns her attention back to the front, a rosy tint painted on her cheeks. She didn’t do much, but I can already feel the butterflies in my stomach. Whatever, just focus on the lesson, there’s a test in a few days.

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Fuck, I can’t focus. I tried to write down some notes, but all I did was doodle some drawings. They’re mainly hearts- shit, did I fall in love?! No, that can’t be happening, I barely know her! I don’t even know her name for Christ’s sake! I look over at her again from the corner of my eye, my cheeks burning. She doesn’t seem to be paying attention to me, she’s writing notes down with that pretty-pink ink pen. I watch her tuck a stray hair behind her ear, pen still in hand. It all happened like it was in slow motion. Her hand finds its place back on the paper, writing some more. I bite my lower lip, staring less discreetly at her. I wonder what her hand would feel like in mine... 

No, wait, stop! You shouldn’t be thinking about that! You don’t even know her name, you can’t be falling in love so quickly! I direct my focus back to the front, listening to boring Mr. Felix; or at least I try to. How could I ever listen to Mr. Felix about some stupid math equations when there’s a literal goddess next to me? It’s just not possible. Taking another peek at her- god, I should really stop -, I find her already looking at me. Blushing hard, I buried my head in my arms for the third time this morning. I hear a soft giggle coming from her, and I can’t help but to see her beautiful face once more. Taking another quick glance at her, my heart feels like it’s about to explode. She has the prettiest, most breathtaking smile I’ve ever seen. I knew that already, but god, it’s the most beautiful smile to ever exist! God, my heart is pounding. A crimson-colored blush covers my cheeks like a blanket, and I should probably look away if I don’t want her to see how red I am; but I’m not going to, I don’t want to. I want to bask in her beauty just a little longer. 

Our eyes meet once more, but instead of looking away and pretending like I wasn’t staring like a complete fool, I hold her gaze; she does the same. 

In one eye, I see a fireplace, hot embers crackling as a howling snowstorm raged on outside. Up to our knees in snow, we’re bundled together in a red, wool blanket, huddling together for wamrth. Or maybe we just like being as close to each other as possible. With your hand intertwined with mine, you squeeze it and plant a quick but loving kiss on my forehead, my cheeks warming up and turning red. Sipping on hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows in the shape of hearts floating on top, I lay my head on your shoulder and gaze up at you, admiring your stunning beauty. The orange-red hue of the fireplace shone on you, illuminating and giving you a whole new kind of warmth. I watch the fire crackle in your eyes and smile to myself. I’m the only one who gets to see you in this light; these moments are all to myself. 

In the other eye, I see a sunny spring day with clear skies, no clouds to hide the pretty baby-blue shade of the sky. In a grassy field with daisies scattered throughout the meadow, we sit on a red-and-white checkered blanket, plates of mini sandwiches, cupcakes and cookies set out. Taking your beige sun hat off, you let your hair run free in the wind, your smile rivaling the sun, and I can’t help but smile to myself at how lucky I am to be able to spend this time with you. A daisy finds its way in your hair, getting tangled in your brown locks. I reach over to you and take it out, careful to not pull or tug on your hair too hard. When I do, I finally realize how close I’ve gotten to you. My cheeks flush red as you giggle at me for being so shy. You place your hand over mine, your thumb gently caressing my hand as you stare lovingly at me. You take your hand off to grab a sandwich, but I pull it back, intertwining my fingers with yours. Don’t let go, no matter what; I like your touch. 

I want to say something, I want to talk to her, I want to know more about her, I want to know her. I open my mouth to speak, but just as I do, the bell rings. 

“Alright, class is dismissed,” Mr Felix announces as he begins to wipe the board. “Remember to do chapters…”

I tune him out as I begin cleaning up, not caring what else he has to say. He’s probably going on about what our homework is for tonight, but frankly, I don’t give a shit. Homework is the last thing on my mind. She was the first thing on my mind. I look over at her, only to find her gone. Crap, I missed my chance. Just as I reach for my notebook, there’s another note. I wonder… I stuff it in my pocket and walk out. I’ll read it in the hallway. 

Once I’m out of gross Mr. Felix’s room, I take the note out and unfold it. I wonder who it’s from.

You’re pretty weird, you know that? But I like that about you. You’re also pretty cute, which I like about you too ;) And to answer your question, I was the one who gave you those lollipops and that note. I hope you enjoy them ! 

P.S - The name’s Briar, here’s my number, call me sometime ;) xxx-xxx-xxxx 

Holy shit. Wow, uh, holy crap. Did I just...Did she just...Oh my god, uh, that’s something. 

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OH MY GOD, DID SHE JUST CALL ME CUTE AND GIVE HER NUMBER?! HOLY SHIT, OH MY FUCKING GOD! 

Wait, calm down, calm down.

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Nope, can’t calm down, my heart feels like it’s about to jump out of my fucking chest. Jeez, this is just wow. I can’t believe it, there’s no way. I slap myself, which earns me a few weird stares from passing by students, but whatever, that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I felt it. Oh my god, I can’t believe this. She- Briar just gave me her number after all that weird shit I did. Maybe she likes me…? She thinks I’m cute, maybe. Oh my god, this doesn’t feel real. I can’t believe I just walked out of fucking Mr. Felix’s class with a cute girl’s number. Huh...maybe his class isn’t that bad...