He wishes that it wouldn't affect him so much when she passes him in the corridor.
She walks by and he smells her perfume. It's intoxicating and sends his heart into his stomach.
He hopes her eyes will meet his, but they don't. He wants to see her eyes, those perfect green eyes with flecks of gold that he can only see when they're nose-to-nose. Unfortunately, the only time she will voluntarily be that close is if she's yelling at him. He doesn't mind her yelling. It hurts like hell, makes his heart ache and his stomach feel sick, but he's happy with any attention she gives him.
Her strawberry red hair swishes around her shoulders as she walks, entrancing him. Frozen in place, he watches it swing and wishes he could speak to her, but she's happy right now and she's never happy when he talks to her. She's too pretty when she's happy for him to ruin it.
So he stands watching her, hoping that once she rounds the corner his heart will return to its regular pace and his hands will stop sweating and his cheeks will stop burning. But then she's gone and nothing has changed.
My first story here. :) Challenged myself to write something with only 200 words, and I did! However, the site says it has 210. Dunno why.
*title from Boys Like Girls' Two is Better than One.