Merrin and Marcus

"The way he dresses, he could be a model. He pulls off our hideous school uniform so well. Sleeves rolled up, tie half undone. Pant hems dragging on the floor and shoes scuffed. Hair, styled, yet messy. Looking scruffy, but in a gallant, knightly kind of way.
Mr Popular.
But, when I passed him in the hall, our eyes connected for just a tiny second. And in that one, tiny second, I saw it all."

I blend in. Some might call me a 'wall-flower.' I watch others, as they are oblivious to me. There is only one person that I wish would notice me. Him. We are together, in a way, but, . . . apart.
And when he does notice me, I'm NOT ready for it.

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1. Entry 12

Entry 12

Everywhere he goes, people chat to him. And yet he doesn’t seem happy.

I passed him in the hall again today. He was talking to one of his friends, smiling and laughing about something, probably some inside joke. He seems so elegant and dashing, and yet, so edgy and dangerous. He leans against the wall like a panther, relaxed, but ready to strike at any second, without warning.

The way he dresses, he could be a model. He pulls off our hideous school uniform so well. Sleeves rolled up, tie half undone. Pant hems dragging on the floor and shoes scuffed. Hair, styled, yet messy. Looking scruffy, but in a gallant, knightly kind of way.

Mr Popular.

But, when I passed him in the hall, our eyes connected for just a tiny second. And in that one, tiny second, I saw it all.

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