He'll Never Know
Who's He?
Days came and went, and everything was going great. High school wasn't as bad as I made it out to be.
My friend, Paige, and I were holding a normal conversation, until I spotted him once again. "Please don't stare," I thought to myself.
"Who are you staring at?" Paige suddenly asks. I close my eyes tight for a few seconds and replied, "No one." She turns around to look for something suspicious. "Oh, him? That's James. He's really good at math," she said, "he's on the academic team."
If there was one thing that anyone knew about me, it was that I LOVED math.
"Really?" I asked. "That's cool. He also plays trumpet."
"And he's the vice principle's son," she added.
Once he was out of sight, we moved on to takling about something that we actually cared about.
My friend, Paige, and I were holding a normal conversation, until I spotted him once again. "Please don't stare," I thought to myself.
"Who are you staring at?" Paige suddenly asks. I close my eyes tight for a few seconds and replied, "No one." She turns around to look for something suspicious. "Oh, him? That's James. He's really good at math," she said, "he's on the academic team."
If there was one thing that anyone knew about me, it was that I LOVED math.
"Really?" I asked. "That's cool. He also plays trumpet."
"And he's the vice principle's son," she added.
Once he was out of sight, we moved on to takling about something that we actually cared about.