Hitler, Lip Cuts, the Colour Blue, drive-ins, and puppies. You?

I turned the corner. I went to the water fountain. I pretended to sip water, quietly. I looked at Anna, and tilted my head in the direction he was coming. She was on the other side of the hall, leaning against a locker, making sure that no other girls would get in my way. He got closer, and my heart beat faster. The new guy, oh so cute, and oh so quiet. It was only the second week of school, and already he had half my grade, his grade, and the one in below mine hooked on him. Maybe it was the way he walked, so sure of himself. Or maybe it was the way he kept to himself, and didn’t really talk to anyone. Maybe it was his hair, dyed purple in contrast to his too-blue eyes. There was just something about him, his laugh, his smile, the way he looked at you that made you just want to melt. There was something about Blaine, something that made every girl want him. But he didn’t notice any of them. Or if he did, he hid it well.

He got close to me, and stopped. He bent down to the water fountain, where every day I would wait, and everyday he would stop for a drink. Everyday Anna would encourage me to talk to him, and everyday I would bite my lip while he stood beside me, so close I could almost touch him, looking at my phone or looking at the girls looking at him, or looking at an imaginary piece of lint on my shirt. But never at him. I would only look at him when I was sure he wouldn’t look back. Today was no different. I counted in my head, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, then he stopped, wiped his mouth, and flipped his hair to the left side slightly, bending down once more to take another sip. The same way he always did. I made myself look away, trying not to look at the shape of his shoulders through his hoodie, at his hands, his legs, any part of him that drew attention.  Which was all of him. I felt my phone vibrate, and looked at it quickly

TALK TO HIM
From: Anna 11:45am, September 17

I looked up at her, and mouthed the word “no!” then back down at my hands. Blaine was still slurping at water when my books were smacked down to the floor by Anna’s colourfully painted nails before she ran away. I stumbled slightly. I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, then saw a hand reaching for my books. I bent down to pick them up, at the same time as the owner of the hands did, and looked up into those too blue eyes that had my heart fluttering the moment I saw them. His hand was still on my arm, and my cheeks went red while he handed me my textbook and binder and copy of Twelfth Night that I was reading, both of us standing up. “Hey,” he said smiling slightly. “Hey... thanks,” I said back, biting down on my lip after. He followed the movement, then looked back up, staring straight into my eyes until I got nervous and looked away. “I’m Blaine. You’re Beth, right?” He knows my name. Holy mother. He knows my name. “Yeah, I’m in grade 10. You’re new here aren’t you?” as if I didn’t know. I would never forget a face like that. “Yeah, I’m the newbie in grade 11” he laughed. My heart skipped a beat. “I’ve seen you around, you seem to know everyone,” he said. He’s noticed me. Oh my. “Well I like to make new friends,” I smiled slightly, without thinking. Just being around him made me want to smile.

I can’t believe I’m talking to him. Or that he knows my name. It’s like a dream. “If you like to make new friends, why haven’t you talked to me yet?” He smiled. I’m going to explode. “I was getting to you. Just saving the best for last,” I smiled bigger. Oh yeah. I’m smooth. He seemed to think it was funny, and smiled back. His hand slid down from my shoulder to my arm. “You should text me some time,” I laughed, and pulled out my phone “Alright, what’s your number?” he took his hand off my arm, and reached for my cell. Our fingers brushed as he grabbed it, and I blushed harder. He went to ADD NEW CONTACT, and saw there was a password. He looked at me and started to hand the phone back to me, “Oh, the password is MEOW” he chuckled and put in the code then added his number. “Here you go. Well, I better get to class. I texted myself so I have your number. Talk to you soon,” he gave me one last devastatingly gorgeous smile then walked by me. Our shoulders touched. I watched him go, the feel of his fingers on my shoulder still making my skin tingle.

I’ve turned into a sappy movie.