If You Seek Amy
Olivia's POV
To tell you the truth, Amy Hayden was my role model. I loved everything about her, from her looks to her confidence. It was amazing how she could make all the boys follow her like puppies and have a new one every day. Other girls claimed she was a slut; I believed she was a goddess.
Amy was in my Pre-Calculus class; she sat in front of me, popping her gum and flirting with the boys around her. Her blonde curls smelled like peaches when she shook them and she never looked anything short of gorgeous. I didn't have a crush on her; I only had a crush on her grace.
Today was my last day to admire her for a week and a half. Tonight I was headed off for a beach trip with my aunt. I needed some last minute tips from Amy, so I needed to watch her.
Forty-five minutes into class and she had barely said a word. She really wasn't being helpful today. By the time I worked up the courage to directly ask her for help, the bell rang, signaling us students to move to our next class. My hand reached to tap her shoulder. I missed. She was moving on.
Amy was in my Pre-Calculus class; she sat in front of me, popping her gum and flirting with the boys around her. Her blonde curls smelled like peaches when she shook them and she never looked anything short of gorgeous. I didn't have a crush on her; I only had a crush on her grace.
Today was my last day to admire her for a week and a half. Tonight I was headed off for a beach trip with my aunt. I needed some last minute tips from Amy, so I needed to watch her.
Forty-five minutes into class and she had barely said a word. She really wasn't being helpful today. By the time I worked up the courage to directly ask her for help, the bell rang, signaling us students to move to our next class. My hand reached to tap her shoulder. I missed. She was moving on.