You always want to tell them, but of course, never get the courage to do so. You may stare at them from the other side of the cafeteria, or you may be sitting right next to them. The only problem is you don’t say anything. You let each day slip by, letting all of your emotions build up. It hardly seems fair.
There is always something inside you, something that feels like a lump, that bursts each time they come around, when they look at you, or better yet, when they talk to you. You get this giddy, lighthearted feeling and you want to sing. But do you say anything? You may stutter a bit and look away nervously, but do words—real words—come out?
No.
You may talk when no ones around, without the faces of friends or other classmates. You might be best friends, but to him, you are just some girl to talk to. He is the one that gets to walk away without even looking back. You, you get to sit and watch him walk away. You hope and pray that he turns. Turn. Turn. Oh, God let him turn! He turns, but not to you. He sees a friend and waves.
Your heart sinks, and you sigh. Maybe tomorrow, you say to yourself.
All afternoon you look forward to seeing him again in last period. It’s Biology and guess whose your lab partner. Him. He may smile, a halfhearted smile, when you enter the classroom. Then you realize that it was at the blonde cheerleader behind you. You feel embarrassed, silly. Your cheeks burn with fury as you take your seat next to the traitor. You hate him, you want to hit him and cuss him out. You shrug it off. You know he wouldn’t understand why you’d be so mad, not unless you tell him.
You shake your head until the thought disappears.
The class is called to order and he sits, so close to you and yet, the distance is the largest distance you’ve ever felt. You feel in your bones the urge to move just a half an inch, just so that he may brush up against you. Casually, you pull it off but no such luck. He moves his chair slightly to the opposite side to be closer to the cheerleader.
Jealousy burns your eyes and you want to cry. The tears are there. You blink them away and hide behind your hair. Not here, not when he’s so close!
All throughout class you think of different ways to kill the cheerleader. She has no real purpose to the world besides maybe a Sports Illustrated model, but the world could use one less of those types.
You start to think, maybe I’m just not good enough for him. Am I to fat? Is my hair not straight enough? If I were more bubbly and energetic, would he treat me the same way? God, you want to be her. She gets all of the boys. You, you get no one. Not even the nerds want to look at you. They look up to him like he is some sort of god.
To you, he is.
The bell rings and you jump back to reality. He is standing by her desk while she gathers her things. You watch as she stands and he touches the small of her back and follows her out of the classroom. He sees you watching and smiles and adds a small nod.
You scream inside. He saw!
Walking to your locker, you are in a complete trans. You didn’t may any mind to the Freshmen you trampled over, or the group of people talking that you walked right through. They yell at you, but you just walk on by with the dumbstruck expression. Probably smiling a lame smile that makes you look silly.
The ride home is manageable. You still think of him and his smile and butterflies form in your stomach. Your mouth dries and you catch your breath. What did it mean?
While laying your confused head down to sleep, you’re still thinking about that smile. By now, you have picked apart that smile until it is bone dry. It wasn’t exactly a sweet smile. More like an I’m-going-to-tap-that, smile.
You don’t feel as happy now. The tears you held back so well start to brim over and you fall into a numb dreamless existence.
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this is amazing Jazmine. Exactly what I feel like when I see this certian person I shall not name. He is amazing, sweet, nice, and I have only spoken with him like once but cant get the courage to talk to him really at all. He is a geek, but am amazing one, one I am dying to ask to homecoming but just cant. And this story is exactly what I feel like, but I am too shy to smile and when he catches me staring he just eyeballs me and turns back to his tiny little pack of friends.
'Ello! (excuse my attempt at being british...
...I just love british accents....okay, getting off topic *hem*)
I'm here to look at your story and I'll just to the quote-by-quote average review so...
Here I go!
You meant "pay" instead, right??
Wow, I just love this line. Not in a mean way...just like how some guys are like that. You hit it right on!
This story was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G 'cause this girl's pain is my own. Seriously. I feel like this all the time. Now, I won't get into too much detail with my own life
I think a gold star is in order
Wonderful job!
Keep up the good work!
Okay, So I have lots and lots of people to thank.
All...seven?....of you. Honestly, I didn't think this short story was that good.
As all one hit wonders too, I've written a sequal short story that continues with this but a different narrator....check it out? Just posted it up.
Thanks again!!!!
So, the other's have pretty much pointed out everything I already saw, leaving me with nothing but praise, congrats! haha
I loved how real this sounded, how true and from the heart. I haven't had a crush in a long time, but I can still imagine all of this as if it were happening to me, and that's how you know it was good.
I don't have a single bad comment, so good job.
For once I've been left almost speechless
Keep up the good work, I hope to see more from you soon.
-JC
Haha! Don't we all wish we could kill them
J'adore this piece!. Only two teeny tiny grammar mistakes.
This was really, really good! It's so true and it was written wonderfully
So I really like the ending, the way you describe how he pretty much controls how you feel without even trying to.
I think you really hit the nail on the head with the way most girls feel about a guy, and even though this is a specific story I'm sure that they find it easy to relate to.
And how at the end the main character has picked apart the smile shows how far people read into things that mean nothing.
Real good job.
This is good writing, I think you could probably make a story out of this one too, and I know people would read it.
Jasmine-
Maybe right now.
I am seriously gonna cry any minute.
This was so heartwarming and touching. It speaks the truth. I mean, I've been in those situations back in middle school and some in high school. So, I guess you see a little about myself.
Those times of loss of a one-sided love is just painful. Don't you hate it? I do.
This was so good, that when I woke up this morning, I felt refreshed/up and ready for the day. Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself.
But could you see how this touches people? How it strikes down to the very core.
I love it and want more. But there's nothing left to read.
Sorry, if I just rambled on but it's true.
-Merry
WOW!! its like i can imagine my self in the characters shoes perfectly.well....not exactly but yea the emotions you described are so true to every crush!!good work!
Yayy!! I'm here! I'm here again, for another great piece of work from The Jasmine
That is very nicely phrased and a good introduction. Dramatic without being overly so. Kuuudooos
Maybe rephrase as "The only problem is that you don't say anything." Makes more sense. Or does it?
Great!
Yay! Singing!!!
Conjunctions tend to be in league with the Wicked Witch of the West but I actually think that in this instance it works. I mean, I know they're meant to be eevil
Great. The end of that quote is the perfect denoument to the whole climax you've been building up. Well dooooone.
Apostrophe/hyphon problem. Rephrase "You may talk when no-one's around" Actually, does no-one have a hyphon? Or is it a whole word? Who knows? Who cares?
I get where you're going, but it might read better if you put:
"Whereas you get to sit and watch him walk away"
or
"You? You get to sit and watch him walk away"
Turn!!! TURN!!!
Awwrgh. I know that feeling well
It's "who's" not "whose"
Heh.
I don't think you need any of the commas in this sentence.
Damn those cheerleaders!!
Ha!
Am I too fat?
"trance" not "trans"
"You didn't make"
Great ending!
I really liked this, it really showed how hard crushes are. (And yet how amazing
Sorry for not posting any of Window Watching recently; I'm working on "Broken" instead.
xxx
This story has made my day. You've done so well in explaining the pains of having an unattainable crush. Kudos to you!!! Obviously, I can relate, because I have been in the same situation before.
You had a couple of spelling errors.
Ones should be one's.
To should be too.
That's all I caught so far, but I was too busy enjoying the story to really care.
~N~