Hmmm, I'm thinking about calling this story, Better Off or First Time, tough decision ._.
PART 2
Is following someone, you barely know, around, because you're desperate to hear their voice, considered stalking? That's what it felt like to me when I spied Rachel lounging out on Runner's Hill, book in hand, unaware, hopefully, that I was watching her intently from the soccer field bleachers. I just couldn't help it! She was the only girl in this entire town that didn't swoon over me whenever I happened to walk by, actually, her typical reaction was a rolling of the eyes or completely ignoring my existence. Once, she flipped me off, sweet, sweet progress.
"Stalker."
Forced out of my admiring stare, I turned to see Louis, the foreign exchange student from England. She was the only person I felt is was alright to be myself around, a girl I've only known since the start of second semester.
"I'm not stalking her..."
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To be continued at a later date, homework time now
