I Would SO Hate YouMaking my way to the flight of stairs, I try my hardest to make myself almost invisible to everyone else. I’m THAT insecure and self-conscious, and I know it but I can’t change it. As I’m nearing the base of the stairs, I see the two boys that I avoid the most.More Like This
The first is my crush, a tall boy with shaggy black hair (because I have a thing for boys with black hair). As always, he’s in gym shorts and running shoes which is hard to imagine him without, if I’m explaining myself.
The second is his friend, a shorter boy with rectangular framed glasses. His hair is dark brown and it’s fixed up into a little tuft. Now him I hated. Or at least felt seriously uncomfortable around. He looked like one of those popular jerks that were ready to troll you.
Immediately, I turn around and weave my way through the incoming traffic of students, not really caring if I was going to be late to my next class….
“Dude,” I laughed,