The next day I go to school with my head up, for once. For some reason, after talking to Weston it gave me some confidence. I walk into school and go to my normal desk in the back of the room. Everybody else is standing around talking to their friends. I wish I had more friends. I obviously talk to people, but when we start becoming closer friends I start to drift off and stop talking to them. I don't know why I do this, I always talk about how much I want to have friends but I block out everybody who was loved me. I can't control it, it's just an instinct, and then I end up alone.
As soon as Weston walks into class he locks eyes with me. Oh god. I should have just kept my head down and read a book or pick at my nails. He starts walking towards the back of the room, towards me. Oh no. I can not talk to him right now.
"Hey Hazel" he says with a smirk
"What do you want..?" I ask him annoyed
"To talk to you, of course." he smiles
"Yeah okay, about what."
"Why didn't you text me?" he asks
"What are you talking about?"
"I gave you my number. You didn't bother to text me."
"Yeah maybe because I'm not obsessed with you like all the other girls in this school" I say with attitude
"So you're not utterly in love with me?" he acts shocked
"Not at all." I say sarcastically and we both start laughing.
His group of friends walk in and see him talking to me.
"Weston, man get over here." they yell
"What were you doing with that loser?" they ask. I feel my whole face go red. I have no idea why his friends are such jerks. I never even did anything to them. Just because I am shy doesn't mean I am weird.
"She's not a loser." he says, offended. His friends all give him a weird look and move on to a different conversation. Did Weston just stand for me? These past few days have been really fun. I feel like I am starting to fit in.
a few hours later
I realize I went the rest of the day not talking to anybody. I don't even notice it most of the time, I go by my day in my own little world, consumed by my own thoughts. I think about random little scenarios. So much goes on in my head, I don't even realize half the time I never say it out loud.
Later that night I lay awake, thinking about how Weston stood up for me. Could Tuesday come any sooner? It was only Wednesday.
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DragosteHazel has never had many friends. She didn't mind though, she enjoyed being alone. She spent most of her days in coffee and book stores. Her whole life changes when she meets Weston. He has never been alone his entire life, but when a turn of events...
