I Guess

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The second time I saw him, it wasn't really a lot of seeing him. It was litterally just a glimpse of his deep blue eyes.

It was about a week later. A week of thoughts of those eyes, that mouth, that carelessness. He just left. Who the fuck does that?

I might be a bit pissed off, because he did that. Just a bit, almost nothing. But, whatever.

I was going to my next class with a group of my friends. They were talking about something, but I didn't really keep track of the conversation. I think it was something related with bananas, or was it pineapples. Oh, I don't know, anyways, it's not important for the story, anyways.

Suddenly, I saw it. Those blue eyes. He was sitting with a bunch of his jock friends, laghing, smiling, having fun. Without me.

"Hey, you alright?" a friend called, noticing that I stopped. I shook my head of the thoughts that were running through it, focusing on my friend.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," I called back, taking a last glance towards where the boy was. But he wasn't there anymore.

And honestly, I don't know if this could get any more cliche than it already was.