Rose had never really liked Alex. Or at least she never let on that she did. Every day she would walk into class and sit down next to Alex without even looking at him. She outwardly rejected him, and he knew it yet he always tried to be nice to her.
Alex always thought of Rose as the most beautiful girl in their class. She had long, straight, corn-silk hair. She always wore it half-back so that it wouldn't get in her eyes as she read in class. And her eyes. He loved her eyes. They were the most intriguing shade of green, like the color of the jungle green crayon in the 24 count Crayola crayon box. He loved watching her read as her eyes slowly moved from one side of the page to the next. He would follow her eyes as she read so that he hardly ever read his own book. He knew that it drove her crazy, but he couldn't help it.
Why is he always watching me? Rose thought. She could feel his eyes on her, but she would never look up. She could never look up because she knew that if she did she would fall in love with him. That couldn't happen. Not ever. She couldn't be caught dead with him. He couldn't afford the types of presents her boyfriend had better buy her. Besides, dating down in the socio-economic heirarchy was tacky in her mind.
She couldn't stand the fact that he was so prefect. He was so kind to everyone. He was so handsome. From his messy, almost black hair to his unwavering blue eyes. He was amazing. And so athletic. Of all the guys in the class, he was the most built. Not like those who tried to build their muscles, but like those who were just naturally fit. He was tall and lean and you could see every muscle perfectly defined through his skin as if it had been etched in marble.
I want her to look at me. I want her to see me. Alex always prayed for what he knew would never happen. He was poor. he knew he was poor. Everyone in school loved to put him in his place. He knew that Rose was rich, and that no one there would let him get close to her. He just wanted to say "hello" to her and look into her gorgeous eyes.
He wasn't there to fight the losing social battle, though. He was there for his brilliance. He could do anything. He would one day be named the greatest, and then he would have a woman by his side who loved him for all that he was. And he knew for a fact that that woman would not be Rose. He just liked to watch her eyes during class.
I know, not one of my better works. I apologize.
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