i'd known luke for a long time. but he's never seen me. i've always been the goody two shoes, in pink dresses and white shoes. not literally of course, but figuratively. i usually wear black and live in skinny jeans so when people get to know me, i disappoint. cause i'm not a bad girl so luke would never like me.
he's a bad boy i guess. leather jackets, motorcycles and purple wiggles outfits. the lip ring and the blonde hair tie it all together. he's also like 7'4. nah 6'2 at best.
thinking about luke has been the norm for my daily routine recently. which is why i end up running into everyone in the hallways.
that reminds me i need to start looking where i'm goin-
"hey!" a gruff voice sounded from beside me.
"i-i'm sorry...i-" i stuttered out and looked up at the tall boy in front of me.
"you know what, it's whatever, leave me alone" he said aloofly not even looking me in the eyes. i looked in to his eyes and his finally met mine. it felt like forever and then he looked away.
not daring to say anything back, i walked away, fast. he's so intimidating. but so intriguing. i look back to see if i can see his blonde locks as he's walking away but he's already too far away.
it's crazy how it didn't seem to even phase him. but i know we had a moment.
