Look at her. She’s stunning. Her smile that could light up the whole school. Her eyes such a deep blue, that not even the most beautiful oceans could compare to them. Her flowing blone hair that moves with every move she makes. Her body that could easily put a top model out of a job.  Her laugh that’ll make you beam even when your in the worst mood of your life. Her voice that could be mistaking for a angel’s. Her gaze that you could get lost in and not even notice until someone shakes you out of the trance. Her trance. Because she’s hypnotizing. She’s perfect.

I sit here in hopes that maybe she’ll look at me. That she’ll catch me stairing and finally notice what I keep inside. I’m surprised she hasn’t seen it before. We’ve always had one class together and every time she manages to sees nothing. Atleast not what I want her to see. Everyday she sits there. Only mere feet away from me. Yet I’ve never felt so far away from from her. Some people would say, "Dude, she’s right there. In arms reach." But they don’t know how wrong they are. In my mind, she’s a million miles away.

I’m not sure why I don’t fail my classes. If I’m not spending the hour gazing at her, I’m thinking about her. All that we could be. All that I want us to be. Every night she invades my dreams. They’re all like normal days, except that we always get one step further. She acaually sees it all. But that’s as far as we get, in my dreams. In real life, we won’t even get close to that.

Today I notice that she is searching for something. Or maybe someone. Its definately not me. Turing her head 280 degrees, she’s almost looking at me. I quickly turn away, knowing that I don’t have the gutts to let her see me, watching her. Looking down, I keep me sight on her from the cornor of my eye. She looks around at the people around me, but never stopping on my figure. I feel my stomach do flipps at just the thought of her possibly of her looking at me the way I’ve looked at her for so long. I see her turn back around and raise my head up again.

"Ash? Ash? Ashley? Ashley!" I hear Madison’s voice ringing in my ear.  

"Huh?"

"What do you think?"

"About what, Mads?" Yeah ’cause I wasn’t paying attention. At all.

"Mrs. Payne’s class. Wasn’t it so boring?"

"Yeah." Whatever. Just shut up so I can get back to what I was doing.

"And this is only the first day! Imagine what it’s gonna be like later on in the year!" I really don’t care.

"Uuhhhaaa"

"Ash?"

"What?" Shut the hell up.

"Are you paying attention?" Hell no.

"Yup." I reply simply.

"You’re lying."

"Ok, sure."

"Ash!" Oh my god.

"Yes?"

"What are you stairing at?" Oh shit. I hope she doesn’t notice.

"Nothing."

"You’re always stairing at something. Oh wait! It’s someone isn’t it?" Ding ding ding. We have a winner.

"Maybe."

"Oh come on. I’m your best friend. Tell me who he is?" Madison teases.

"No one. No one at all." I sigh. It’s Spencer Carlin. It always has been, but I’ll never admit it. Ever.