A DYSPRAXIA LOVE STORY

Completed, but under editing and rewriting. Situation and diction may change, but not the storyline or character.

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"W-when d-did t-they b-build a w-w all on t-the h-hallway?" I asked no one in particular. I rubbed my head with my eyes shut to ease the pain that shot through my head.
The sound of laughter made me freeze with my hand on my head. I opened my eyes, slowly.

Three handsome boys were staring at me. No, two of the boys were trying to stifle a smile while one of the boys was staring blankly at me. Rude much?

It seemed he was the one I hit and not a wall. Thanks Mary for stating the obvious.

I stared at his chest probably because he was taller than I am and I had to look up to meet his face. His abs were visible through the blue shirt he wore.

Staring at abs in this situation.
Oh God! I'm weird.

"First you get to be called a wall, interesting. And now, she is checking you out. It isn't fair. Why do you always get the beautiful ones?" One of the boys groaned.

I blushed.

I was checking a guy out. Wait, What? Did I just blush? Kill me!

"I- I m seery, I debt mean to hat you."

What did I just say? This couldn't get any worse.

The boys looked shocked even the mute handsome boy looked a little bit surprised.
Why did I keep calling him handsome?

"I-I'm s-sorry I h-hit you, I d-didn't mean to," that sounded better.

"Oh," one of the boys said.

Oh! Indeed.

I was expecting a reply, but the handsome boy in front of me refused to talk. Is he dumb or deaf?

"I am Tom. And I am not dumb nor deaf," he said and walked away.

I didn't say that aloud, did I? Guess I did.

"You did, baby girl," one of the two boys said an. He waved at me dragging his smirking friend with him.

That was embarrassing.