It all started with a book. In English class. At first, I didn't even want to sit next to the guy. I was all like "Gross". I sat down, and his facial expression was hilarious.
"You didn't even read the last chapter, lies." He says to me.
"Yes I did, Im a fast reader."
"yeah sure whatever." He said, then I looked straight at him, into his eyes. And something sparked. I never thought that was true, when you meet that one special person, and you can feel it. Cause I had never felt that before, until that day.
Isaiah is his name. Isaiah. I could talk to him all day if I wanted to.
I knew I'd never have a chance with him. He loved someone other girl in our class, Ronny. She's smarter, prettier, and more funnier than I could ever be. She wouldnt give him a chance, he told me. I wanted to scream to her that shes stupid, and hes perfect. But ofcourse, I didn't.
I would always think, does he realize how important he is to me?
As weeks went by, I'd talk to Isaiah more. We had football practice after school, and basically all our classes together. He'd tell me about his past, I'd tell him about mine.
"Kayla?"
"Yes?" I answered,
"Remember what that girl said yesterday about her liking me, but not anymore because she thought of me too much as a friend?" He asked.
"Yeah..why?"
"The girl who said that, I like her."
That girl was me.
