The smell of her perfume hits my nostrils in History class as I sit right behind her and I can’t help but stare at her beautiful dark thick hair in front of me. It’s hard to concentrate on what the teacher is saying but it’s not like I listen to her anyway. But then it happened today. She turned around and asked to borrow a pen. My breath caught in my throat. I nodded because again I’m shy and I reach in my book sack and pull one out. I handed it to her and our fingers touched. I almost died. Not only did she speak to me but she touched me as well. I felt my hormones start going into overdrive. I’m a mess.

She thanks me and turns around and I’m invisible to her again. Diary, I am hopeless and you and I are going to get to know each other well as I fight my feelings for this girl who doesn’t know I even exist. If there is one wish I could possibly want to come true it would be that Bette Porter would feel the same as I do about her.

Bette dropped the diary on the floor when she read her name. Shocked and flattered, she racked her brain trying to figure out who this person could be. It’s been so long ago and she couldn’t remember that much about it as the school had over 2,000 students and the classes were huge. Even she couldn’t remember who she sat next to or in front of in her classes.

She shook her head and picked up the diary looking through the pages to find a name to the owner but there wasn’t one. She walked over to her sofa now full of curiosity and the need to read and find out more. She turned the page to the next entry

August 22, 1991

Bette looked beautiful today. She walked into Chemistry class wearing white Capri pants and a light blue button up blouse and her hair was back in a ponytail. Today we were being assigned lab partners and I desperately wanted her to be mine but of course again thanks to my luck I wasn’t. But I was a table behind her and got to look at her gorgeous hair again.