Weston
He wants you... {popular guy x shy girl}
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I've always been quiet. 'Timid but pretty,' is what I've been told. (Unless you count the weird guys in my grade who have more vulgar things to say). Despite this, I'm rather... grumpy. I don't talk to anybody, I have the world's worst case of RBF, and I don't give a second glance to any of the guys in my school.
Weston, on the other hand, is the most popular guy in our grade. Sorry, SCHOOL. The girls fawn over him. It's truly sickening.
I've never drawn a particular liking to him. He's like every other guy... or at least he seems like it. Okay, well, maybe I can't judge him yet. I've never talked to him... until recently.
About a month ago, Weston came up to me in the hallway, and started talking to me. Most of the time, I reply to him with a scowl, or a muttered threat of some sort, but that doesn't scare him off. Matter of fact, it does the opposite.
In short, this man is obsessed with me. He follows me around school all day, buys me lunch, puts the most nauseatingly sweet love notes in my locker, and I found a necklace in my locker the other day.
I think I've heard Wes say my name a total of seven times. He calls me all of these... nicknames. Sweetheart this, sunshine that. I will never tell him that it takes everything in me not to smile when he calls me 'love'. Holy hell, it gets me weak in the knees.
Anywho, now it's a Monday. I've officially had all weekend to prepare myself for Wes all week, (and all the girls who glare at me when he doesn't give them a second glance). I walk into school, wearing my usual jeans and crop top, when I see Wes standing at my locker with his signature smirk.
I scowl and approach my locker, not talking to him as I open it.
Rough morning, love?Damn it. This is going to be a hard week.