One word, 4 syllables, 11 letters.
C O M P L I C A T E D.
I mean, boys are difficult. But could it also be me who is difficult? Its like my life is a movie. I’m a high schooler now. And they’re always things that come with high school.
Oh yeah and did I mention BOYS.
I have a crush. His name shall remain anonymous, just in case.
Of course, there’s a catch.
He’s a junior and I’m a freshmen. Meaning there is already a high chance we won’t communicate or have any classes together. But anyway, he’s gorgeous. I hesitate to say this, but he might even be my definition of physically perfect. Which means I’ve never talked to him or had any type of awkward reason to have to talk to him. We all know Valentine’s Day has just passed and high schools almost always have those things you can buy for people and send them. Well… I Did that. I put my nickname on there too. “Shay Boogie ” So on February 14th he comes up to me and says “Thanks for the kiss-o-gram. ” …. This means A. He knows my nickname B. He knows where my locker is C. He knows I exist
Best. Moment. Ever.
You would probably think that now, it would be so easy for me to get his number and to talk to him.
I’m stuck between a rock and hard place. How do I start this flirtationship?