Nathaniel
I just had to run into her. It’s like she doesn’t even know I exist. She stumbles to the floor, looking like a lone little sheep that ran away from Bo-Peep. She seemed to be in a hurry.
She frustrates me with how she treats me, like I’m just a nobody to her. I’ve been at Amrook University of Massachusetts for over two years now. It’s our last year, and I still want to get to know her, but if she doesn’t want me, then so be it. When she looks at me, as much as I dislike her, I could never hate her.
My eyes lock onto her amber ones, and I just look away. I soften my gaze, catching myself being angry, and it dissolves. I stare at the floor, looking at her beat-up shoes, then I look down at the spilled coffee all over my sweater. She stammers and smudges the stain to an excessive state.
“You seem to be in a hurry,” I shuffle awkwardly and grip her tanned, small hand with my larger one.
“Watch yourself,” I whisper in a hushed tone, and I leave for my creative writing class, leaving her there all scuffed up on the floor.
God, what was wrong with me? Although I’ve somewhat given up on her, it’s like she’s magnetic. Miriam Mayberry. I need to get you out of my head.
I sat in the back of Mr. Winston’s classroom, dreading whatever “creative” assignment he had planned for us. I see her rush in with no time left to spare.
“Barely made it…” I mutter under my breath. Watching her like a hawk as she sits next to a beach blonde. Cute, but not my type.
Something about her gawking at pretty boy made my blood boil. I didn’t want her since I know she deserves better, but I don’t want Artie to have her. I know I’m jealous, and it’s selfish, but I can’t help it. I would kill for her.
As I was busy being some creepy dude, I missed Mr. Winston’s entire lesson, and I now had a short story to write. I walk down to the front of the room to group up, despite having no motivation to. I throw out random ideas while the rest of the group writes them down. I couldn't stop staring at her.
Stolen novel; please report.
I don’t even want to be in this class. I made a bet with my friend, Thomas. He called me alliterate so I joined the class to prove him wrong. It’s a stupid bet that we made while drunk, but I don’t regret it one bit. I get to see her now.
In fear that she might catch me staring and think I’m some stalker, I look away and try to focus on my group. She’s procrastinating again. Always overthinking, always hard on herself. If only she knew how special she was to me.
I mean, why do I care? Get a grip, Nathan. No matter where she is, or who she’s with, what changes her; I can’t stop.
She and Artie are getting too close. Although I know they both agreed to do the project, I don’t want him making any moves on her. He is not that great of a guy. Hell, I’d rather she go out with that weird Carter dude, instead.
I glare at him from a distance and wait for him to leave the room. Then, it was like a switch. My body reacted, and my feet started to move on their own. I felt a strange sense of protectiveness wash over me.
“He’s not all that you know.” Those same warm amber eyes challenge mine once again. “What are you talking about? It’s not like you care that much.” I stay silent.
I mutter in a hushed tone, “I care about you, so goddamn much, Miriam.” Thank goodness she misheard.
I storm out of the room, feeling too many emotions at once. I wasn’t angry; I couldn’t place how I was feeling, I just knew I couldn’t be near her. I need to distance myself from her.
What is wrong with me?
That sure didn’t last long. We stood in before one another; she, who was trying to leave, and I, who was trying to enter.
She seemed upset, “How’d it go?” She slowly turns around, and I stand there like an idiot, waiting for her to respond.
Of course, it didn’t go well; she just got stood up. I couldn’t help but smirk, knowing I was right about it all along. “You know what? It didn’t go as well as I thought; it didn’t go at all. But he remembered to at least write a note for me, and that has to count for something!” She whines like a child.
I laugh a bit, “but forgot to make time to tell you, you weren’t his top priority?” I paused and started to walk back towards her, shoved my hands into my pocket,s “he’s not that great of a guy. He’s all looks, and he’s only gonna hurt you. Or he’ll drive you to a point where you’ll hurt yourself.”
Her eyes soften, then they narrow in disbelief. “And what would you know?You're the one who seems like the type to hurt someone.”
I’m left speechless, and I decide to keep my lips sealed and walk in the other direction. She’s being difficult when I’m trying to warn her. Fuck.
Can’t get you out of my head.
