I had never seen someone walk the way he did; with confidence and gracefulness. It was't cocky, but beautiful, long strides, along the tiled floors.
That first time I noticed him, the way his feet collided with the cold floors of the crowded hallway, things were different.
I found myself rushing out of class early just to catch a glimpse of him turning the corner at the end of the hallway, high-fiving a friend or nodding in the direction of a teammate.
We all know the feeling. The bubbles forming at the bottom of you stomach and your heart feels light, almost like it isn't there. My hands could barely hold the binder my arms were wrapped around, or I couldn't quite put my full attention on the lecture in class because he was always in the back of my mind.
Carson Reynolds was unlike the other boys in this run-down school. Maybe only I saw it, but he wasn't the disgusting, get-into-any-girls-pants, football player, typical boy that overflowed this building.
Typical things you say when you like a guy, right? I'll give you that one. But don't we all have that one guy we know is different? Don't we all have the feeling in our gut that maybe, just maybe, he's original; something refreshing. Unlike the school-girl crushes we regretted before him.
Carson Reynolds was that boy.
And he would be gone in a very short matter of time.
He has no idea who I am. A smile in the hallway as we pass, or a slight wave when we pass on the street don't count. I was determined to change that.
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The Longest Distance
Teen Fiction"Time is the longest distance between two places," - Tennessee Williams Carson Reynolds is something so far out of reach for Adalyn Panel. He's leaving very soon, but Adalyn desperately wants to be noticed by him. She's infatuated with him, yet he...
