QuinntheConqueror

You slowly dropped your head down onto the desk as you fawned over the blue-headed male a few rows over. He was diligently taking notes on whatever the teacher was teaching right now, you hadn't bothered to pay attention and figured it was too late to start now. Something something shapes was all you were hearing. If there was one thing you knew about this kid, it was his seemingly undying passion for beauty. His mind worked like a calculator, figuring out the most "perfect" angles for everything. Sometimes you wondered if he was actually a robot sent in by the government as a social experiment, but slowly you had begun to accept the fact th

I notice you more than you'd ever guess. I pick out our most minor similarities and play them over in my head, thinking, "How perfect are we together?" We watch the same TV shows-- or, I pretend I watch them, picking up references and saying them loudly in your presence Just so you might hear I act loud and cocky and pretend to be mad at you, when really, I'm hoping that you'll be impressed Smitten by the quiet girl who goes against your popularity. It's stupid to think that you'd fall for a girl who has matted brown hair with fading purple highlights; over a girl who has shiny black hair done up perfectly and wears pretty floral skirts and

Your breathing was ragged as you stared at the man’s face. The brim of his cap hid most of his face from view, exposing only the tip of his nose and his mouth, which seemed to be twisted into something between a scowl and a grimace. His bat, which he held in his right hand, was gripped by dirt-or was that blood?-covered fingers. They were twitching every few seconds, as if there was something he had to do with them but had forgotten. Or maybe he didn’t want to do it at all. “Go ahead.” You say, a bit louder than intended. He takes a deep breath, pulls up his bat and- No. That voice. That voice is there again. Is it his

"Hey, _____!" You groaned as you heard that pompous voice approach you from behind. Jean Kirschstien had endlessly teased and annoyed you throughout your entire time at your high school, ever since he had transferred here from France in Freshman year. You didn't quite believe that, considering he spoke English perfectly and lacked any sort of an accent, but girls seemed to flock to his "Frenchly romantic aura" or whatever. You, however, had no troubles avoiding him, considering that he came off as kind of an asshole when you first met him. Well, you hadn't met him, really. You had just been talking with your friends in the lunchroom when yo

You slowly dropped your head down onto the desk as you fawned over the blue-headed male a few rows over. He was diligently taking notes on whatever the teacher was teaching right now, you hadn't bothered to pay attention and figured it was too late to start now. Something something shapes was all you were hearing. If there was one thing you knew about this kid, it was his seemingly undying passion for beauty. His mind worked like a calculator, figuring out the most "perfect" angles for everything. Sometimes you wondered if he was actually a robot sent in by the government as a social experiment, but slowly you had begun to accept the fact th