Everybody has had a crush before. Somebody that they can’t take their eyes off, or stop thinking about, or stop daydreaming about. That one person is perfect in every way: looks, laugh, and personality. Sounds shallow, doesn’t it? But everybody has felt that before. Including me.
My name is Harry Davis. I’m sixteen. And I’ve got the biggest crush on Abigail Myers.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, guys aren’t supposed to talk about their crushes. They’re supposed to be mean and ignore them, right? Well, it’s hard to ignore Abi. She’s funny. She’s smart. She’s absolutely gorgeous. And there’s this special something about her that makes time stop. I’ve tried to put my finger on what it is, but I can never seem to find it. It’s like looking for a hair in a freaking haystack. No, not a needle. A hair.
It seems strange that I’d have a crush on her, really. I’m with what our high school calls the Jock-Rocks. In order to be in our group, the person has to be in at least two sports, and on varsity for at least one. And there’s the coolness factor, of course. Not like I decided any of it, anyways. It just is. Abi’s in the Unnoticed group, really. She’s not popular, but she isn’t a loser. (And no, I’m not just saying that because I like her. I mean it.) She’s really smart, though. It’s kinda intimidating.
Since today is Monday, I’m not prepared for fourth period English. Again. Not like I ever am, anyways. I strut into the classroom, five minutes past the bell, and call out: “Hey, Miss Iredale. I’m here, the class can start now!”
Miss Iredale glares daggers at the back of my head as I walk past her and take my seat next to Abi. She doesn’t even look up at me. I poke her in the arm, trying to get her attention, but she doesn’t budge.
“Abi. Aaaaaah-beeeeeeeeee!” I whisper loudly, attempting to get her to look at me. She still doesn’t move towards me. But her facial expression says it all: knock it off. Well, something has got her angry, which makes me slightly angry. Who the hell did this to her? Maybe I could ask her after class.
English went by slowly, but I managed. Once the bell rang, Abi was packing up all her stuff into her backpack, still ignoring me.
“20 questions?” I asked, trying to get her to smile. Usually, when I’d ask that, we’d go on and act like children asking each other twenty questions to figure out why we’re mad.
She glared at me. “I’m not in the mood for a game right now, Harry.” She bitterly continued packing, shoving books angrily into her backpack.
“C’mon, what’s wrong?”
She picked up her backpack and glared, trying to shove past me. What’s with the evil eyes?
“You were late. You interrupted the whole class in the middle of Miss Iredale’s lecture–”
“I know you aren’t mad about that, Abi. Now tell me what the problem is,” I interrupted, blocking her path.
She huffed, then looked away from me. “Nothing,” she muttered, switching her books to the other arm. “Everything’s dandy.”
I put my hands on her shoulders, trying to get her to look at me. She hesitantly glanced up at me, trying to hide something. “It’s nothing, okay? Now let me through, or I’m going to be late to lunch.”
She shook my hands off, and pushed past me and into the hallway. Why was she lying to me? What was going on? I quickly followed after her, trying to find her in the sea of people. I practically ran down the hall when I spotted her chocolate hair a ways ahead of me. I came up to her, grinning like an idiot, and said, “Let me take your books, at least.”
She bit her lip cautiously, then reluctantly handed them over. “You really want to know what’s wrong with me, don’t you?” she asked quietly.
I sighed. “Well, if I didn’t, would I be here?”
Clutching her backpack, she quickened her pace to make it to the stairs. We walked up in silence, turned the corner, and stopped at locker number 358. She dialed in her combination, then held her hands out for her books. Shoving them into her neatly organized locker, she slammed the door shut.
“Tell me what’s up,” I demanded, leaning against the next locker.
“I can’t...” she mumbled, avoiding my eyes. The bell rang overhead, and her eyes widened. “I’m late!”
Time slowed down. She looked up at me, her perfectly curled lashes just barely touching her eyelids. Her lips were slightly open and perfectly soft-looking. Her hair seemed to catch the sunlight streaming through the giant window to our left, making it a lighter brown. My breath was taken away instantly, and I felt like I’d never be able to tear my eyes away from her. It was moments like this that made her have the one thing that set her apart from the other girls.
In a split second, time returned to normal. Abi grabbed my hand and ran down the hall, trying to get down to the commons, me trailing behind. We passed nearly a million doors before we got to the busy commotion of lunch, but once we did, Abi let go of my hand. A blush slowly crept up her cheeks, making her breathtaking again.
“Oh, sorry!” she laughed, a small smile on her face. “I just... hate being late, you know?” She gave me a quick wave, then headed over to the lunch table where she always sat.
I turned to where the voice had come from. At the center circular table sat my best friend, Louis, who was waving at me like a maniac. I regained my composure and walked over to the table. Louis was grinning like a madman, patting the seat next to him.
“Where have you been? Meeting a bodacious blonde beauty in the hall? Did you get her number for me?” He laughed out loud, forcing me to sit down next to him.
“Naw. Blondes aren’t my type,” I replied, grinning back at him.
Louis rolled his eyes. “Tell me about it. That brunette’s like your freaking kryptonite, Superman. You gotta stay away from her.”
I looked at him, taken aback. “What? Why?”
He sighed, pointing at a blonde girl, Jessica, that was walking up to us. “Look, Abi’s the actual relationship type of person. She isn’t looking for a one night stand. She’ll expect presents on her birthday and for you to meet her parents. Plus, she’s not one of us.” He waved at Jessica, who smiled with her over makeuped face. As she came closer, I could see she was looking directly at me. Her heels made clacking noises as she strode towards our table.
“Harry! Where on earth have you been? I’ve been looking, like, all over for you! I need to tell you something!” Jessica practically shouted at me, her whiney voice filling up my head.
“Uh, yeah?” I asked, slightly angry at Louis for his previous comment.
“I got a fake tan!” she squealed, sitting down on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Isn’t is faboo?”
“Faboo?” I asked, trying to get her off of me. If Abi saw...
“Uh, like, fabulous? God, what’s wrong with you?” She stood up abruptly, anger flashing in her blue eyes.
I grimaced. “Nothing.” I peered past her, trying to catch a glimpse of Abi.
Louis patted me on the back. “You’ll have to forgive him, Jessi. He’s just dying to kiss you, that’s all!”
I tried to turn around and smack him, but Jessica was on me faster than I could say “Dear God.”
Her lips crushed mine, and in an instant, she was all over me. I tried to shove her off, but she seemed unexplainably immovable. My eyes were wide open, and I tried to find Abi. When I did, she turned away from me, her expression hollow. I could hear Louis laughing behind me, and I was instantly angered. I managed to shove Jessica away from me, and whip around to Louis, who was now howling with laughter. Shoving my chair back, I punched him square in the jaw. His expression was one of pure shock.
What followed next can only be described as a fist-fight. I was punched twice in the face and Louis got another to the jaw. It wasn’t long before people were holding us back. Louis and I both struggled to get at each other, but it was all in vain.
“Let go of me!” I shouted, finally managing to force my way out of somebody’s firm grip. I shoved past the crowd that had gathered and stormed through the commons towards the bathrooms. I could feel blood running from my nose and I was almost certain I had a black eye.
“Dammit,” I cursed to myself, bitterly wiping the blood off with the back of my hand.
“Well that was uncalled for.”
I turned around, ready to smack whoever it was that said that. It just so happened to be Abi. I let my face relax, and I looked down.
“I swear all the time,” I muttered.
“Not that, you idiot!” Abi snapped. Her face immediately changed from angry to regretful in a second. “I thought you two were supposed to be best friends.”
“So did I.”
“Then what the hell was that about?” she asked, motioning back towards the table where Louis was gingerly touching his jaw.
I opened my mouth to speak, but then realized I wasn’t exactly sure why I punched him. I re-played all the things that happened before. He had made a snide remark about Abi, then told Jessica to kiss me, then Abi had looked at me with those brown eyes... The realization hit me like a freight train. I had punched him because he had purposefully ruined my chances with Abi.
Abi still stood in front of me, waiting for my answer. I exhaled loudly, deciding that I would tell her. Right here. Right now.
“That was about you,” I mumbled. She looked at me, confusion written all over her face.
“Abi, I punched him because of you.”
Abi made a disgusted noise, then shook her head. “Excuse me?”
“I punched him because he said–”
She put her hand up, stopping me. “I’m pretty damn sure it wasn’t about me. You were shoving your tongue down Jessica’s throat two seconds ago.”
I was taken aback. “I didn’t want to kiss Jessica!” I argued, my temper rising again.
She rolled her eyes, a hurt smile coming to her face. “Oh, really? Cause you really seemed to be enjoying it from where I was sitting.” She turned on her heel briskly. I could see that there were tears in her eyes, and I was more pissed at myself then anybody else. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
“Haven’t you been able to tell? I like you Abi. I really like you. I mean, I could do anything, and you wouldn’t even notice! I’ve been going crazy all the time because I’m dying just to get your attention! It’s like I’m a big nobody to you! And–”
I was cut off by Abi. Her beautiful, soft lips were on mine. She wasn’t like Jessica; she wasn't greedily kissing me. She just barely touched my lips. Yet even that sent shivers down my spine. It was that one thing again. In an instant, she broke the kiss and I was left wishing she hadn’t.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, obviously taken aback by her own actions.
I frowned. “Why?”
“I shouldn’t have– I mean, not that I– But I really shouldn’t–”
I stopped her rambling by kissing her again. She kissed me back, not forcefully, but a little more honestly. This time, I pulled away.
A red blush was creeping up her cheeks. “I’m supposed to be mad at you,” she whispered, pulling something out of her pocket. A clean tissue.
“And why is that?” I asked.
She dabbed the blood from my nose timidly, her face scrunching up in thought. “Because, how is a guy like you supposed to like a nobody?”
“You aren’t a nobody,” I argued, grabbing her wrist to stop her from dabbing the blood off. I just wanted her beautiful eyes to look into mine so I could get lost forever. “You’re perfect.”
Abi laughed, her smile reaching her eyes. “Well, then I really am a nobody.”
I tried to argue, but she cut me off.
I smiled. “Sometimes you’re so witty I can’t handle it.”
“Uh-huh. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” She took my hand and pulled me out of the eyes of the commons.
“So, what exactly do you like about me?” she asked inquisitively, still heading towards the restrooms.
I laughed. “Well, why don't you guess? 20 Questions?”
Abi turned around and smiled, her brown eyes shining. “Of course.”