Pretty Girl

           Chapter 1( September 9)

      First day of school and I'm already rushing. My school uniform is wrinkled, and my makeup is out of sight. Whatever. I brush out my skirt and head to the door. The bus ride feels like an eternity, but I survived none the less.
    I walk into Ms. Lou's room, homeroom. By the looks of these kids, these next four years are gonna take their sweet time passing by. The desk to my right is still empty, thank god. I don't want to be stuck next to some loser all semester. I'm picking at my nails, wondering if I should paint them again or not, when a really cute boy slowly walks through the door.
      His hair looks elegant, like the kind royalty would have. He walks closer and sits at the desk next to me. His eyes look like a watercolor portrait, so blue and sparkly. He looks nervous, really nervous. The school bell is a lot louder than I expected, we both flinch at it's obnoxious wail.
    Ms. Lou takes attendance, and I find out his name is Matthew. I don't know why that's such an attractive name. But class starts and I stop worrying about him for a while. As I'm writing in my notes, I notice him biting his fingernails. I hope he's okay. It might be a stupid idea, but I find him in the commons during lunch. "Hey! Matthew, right?" This is scary, I can't mess this up. "Just call me Matt. You're that pretty girl from my first period, right?" His voice is a small sound, he's scared. Also kinda weird that he remembers me as the pretty girl, but I won't complain.
" I guess so, my name's Y/N, you seem really nice."
"How would you know? I haven't talked to you."
     I am fucking this up so badly.
"Well, can I sit with you? Maybe then I'll find out if you really are nice or not."
    I see his eyes dart from his lunch tray and back to me. "Uh, sure." We talk during lunch and I find out he has two brothers, Nick and Chris. They're triplets, which is pretty cool I guess. He's really easy to talk to. I can't stop looking at his eyes, they're a beautiful bright blue. You can't look away. I really hope I don't fuck this up.

              Chapter 2 (November 23)
It's been 75 days exactly, and I can't stop thinking about Matt. I've become his friend over these last two months, but I want more. He's waiting outside in his car for me, I'm going to meet his brothers today. I'm going to his house. It doesn't feel real. When I get there I notice his cute dog first. I read the collar and saw his name, Trevor. Without hesitation I pick him up and pet him. Matt looks at me and a small smile spreads across  his face.

          We head inside and I see one of his brothers on the couch. He has unruly hair and looks a lot like Matt. He's drinking Pepsi and watching TV.
     "Oh, hey. I'm Chris."
   Guess he's not much of a talker. Matt chimes in.
"He's much louder when you get to know him."
"I'm Y/N, I'm gonna head to Matt's room, bye!"
That was really awkward. But we head to Matt's room and talk for hours. He's just so calm and kind. Really, a perfect boy. I want him to make a move. I can't get over these feelings, he's the most gorgeous boy. I can't decide if he's more hot or cute, but I'll figure that out later.
   
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      He drives me home and as I step out of the car, I tell him goodbye, and I hear the quietest "I love you". I don't acknowledge it, but I think about it all night. I feel like a little kid, kicking my feet with the widest smile. He's just perfect.

             Chapter 3 (December 19)

                 It's almost Christmas, and I have the perfect gift for Matt. A small little pug stuffed animal that you can hear in the microwave or cool in the freezer. It's supposed to help with anxiety. Apparently something we have in common. I'm hosting a Christmas party at my house tonight, and I'm really nervous. But everyone at school was talking about it before the final bell. My parents are finally gone, off in the mountains and leaving me at home for 2 weeks by myself. Really not a smart idea on their end, but I get to do whatever I want, so we're good.