The first time you meet someone, you make eye contact. You smile,
say hello. Should be simple, if you’re anyone but me. The first
time I met Dylan Reed, I found myself making eye contact with
part of his body. You see, I’m very good at being shy, not to
mention extremely well-versed in rambling nonsense and,
unfortunately, rather highly skilled at making a fool of myself in
front of a guy I’m attracted to.
At the time, I knew nothing about him and thought none of what I
said would matter since I’d never speak to him again. Turns out, I
was very wrong. He was the star wide receiver of the football team,
one of the few players expected to make it into the NFL, and I
ended up seeing him all over campus.
I might have also propositioned him, run away from him, attacked
him with a cooking utensil…and…uh, maybe I shouldn’t tell you all
of it. It’s pretty normal stuff, things you’d expect…from me.
Eventually, the time came when I couldn’t hide anymore—not that
he’d have let me even if I tried.
Before now, he never knew I was secretly watching him. Now that we
see each other every day, he knows when I have a hard time looking
away. It doesn’t help that I’m not the most subtle person in the
He smiles at me and tells me he finds me fascinating because of my
quirks. I can’t even tell him that I think my heart beats
differently whenever he’s around.
He thinks we’re going to be best friends. I think I have a big
thing for him, and the more I get to know him, the more I don’t
care that I’m not allowed to be his friend, let alone fall for
The thing is, that’s exactly what I’m doing—what
doing, I think.
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