When SHE met HE (Part 1)

She was a Freshmen...It was her Physical Education class that she smiled most of the time and made an effrot to make herself attractive (as if she did not ever made an effort to do so). She glanced one last look at the mirror and left the comfort room with no make up on but the sweetest smile a charming girl could ever manage. It was three days after she was told that someone from the other class kept staring at her most of the time and it was not an ordinary stare that you could get from a school full of girls and gays and no malice whatsoever but a stare that comes from the complete opposite sex in simpler words, he was staring all across the room to watch she.

He was a guy and he looked straight but it was not his white skin, his red soft lips, his physique, his gorgeous smile, or his presence that she noticed first but the streak of white hairs that was seen at the back of his head. It gave the impression of wiseness or intelligence and it was the mark of her remembering him at times that they passed each other the patio, catwalk and in other vicinities at school. There were even times that he could not help himself but stare and at first only she had noticed it but later on her friends started to notice too and he was goodlooking as other girls would put it but she was not attracted at the slightest sense. She felt a twinge of pleasure everythime he would notice her at the face of a crowd and as a girl, she was enjoying it quite merely but it was not because of the stare or the guy but the attention that she was getting from someone that others think is a goodlooking guy.

She looked up the Internet for fun and she was quite the socialite that a typical teenager would be. She surfed the net and was influenced by one of her classmated to add up that certain HE. His account was quite difficult to view and she disliked that difficulty about his account but she pursued with a reason that he was a schoolmate and wanted to add him up with the cleanest of intentions just plain platonic reasons. She constructed a message that would not be misinterpreted in her view and expectes some reply in return a simple thankyou or maybe a simple Hi but months later she did not even given HE a thought and she almost forgotten all about him but she was still acknowledging the stares that she got from him.

It was Summer and little did she know that it was the last of her ordinary summers in her life and a message was sent to her page about he searching for her account a long time ago. It really did not made the fuzz that she was expecting and she thought that the greet was done ordinarily. She replied with that same platonic reason and lead on to a couple of months. The first day of being a sophomore was of full intrigue especially when you are out loose in your majorship and it was on her break time that she saw him with a couple of friends and he did not stare or even look at her in accordance to her consiousness but instead she noticed something different this time but the first time she saw him blush! She was quite interested at this tall person with such white skin that stood up the crowd at one glance.

She decided that there was no hurt in making a connection. She later recived a message from him that was asking for her cellphone number and she was quite superflous of the moment because she thought that he was just like any other guys that was flirt of his intentions and was no admirer of what she thought she was. She felt something was lacking of this introduction and she knew she had to be in control. She asked for his number instead with the very first act of taking control in her mind. She made him wait for days. Maybe even a week.

She texted himw ith the wrong name first thing on the morning. She was not eager of his reply and wished that he was still asleep or maybe even saved his number wrong so that she would save herself from a friendship with the trouble of getting to know and understanding. She hated that process because she was really no good in making friends because she was new at making friends. She did not even expected a reply but she feared the reply would come and a connection would begin and communication would be made and it would be a love story. Oh How she hated love!despised it for all it stood for!She liked all the other kinds of love that sustains her but she had a funny feeling that this was no kind of relationship to begin with for a guy asked for her number and she did not want to be controlled and to portray herself as an unintellectual bitch. She did not want him to think that..With all these thoughts running in her head..She received his reply...