A/N: I never uploaded this so...I figured why not. Tell me what you think.
Holy….Okay just breathe…It's not anything to get excited about I mean…who am I kidding?! It's freaking Hanna Marin…sitting in front of me… Okay breathe. In…Out…In…Out. She's so beautiful. I've been in love with her since…third grade. I know that's a little young but this is love, I know it. I can't believe that in my first period history class, there sits Hanna Marin in all her glory…and she's sitting right in front of me…
Am I dreaming? I've had dreams like this…I sigh to myself and close my eyes. Why was I even excited? It's not like I'm going to talk to her. I've been trying for years. Once I asked her to borrow a pencil…I doubt she even knows my name. I definitely don't stand a chance now.. We're in high school and Hanna is already one of the most popular girls in school. Perks of knowing Allison Dilaurentis I guess…I didn't think perks even came with that. .
She's so beautiful…I can't help but stare. The back of her head is the most magnificent thing I've ever seen. I wish I just had the guts to talk to her. Just one simple conversation…she doesn't have to even like me the way I like her. I just want to know her. Does she like to read? What's her favorite subject and what gives her a hard time? What's her middle name?
The bell rings and everyone takes their seats. I didn't see Spencer walk in…hm. Spencer Hastings has hated my guts ever since second grade when I beat her in the Spelling Bee. Every time I pass her she still glares at me. To make it worse, she's best friends with Hanna.
I sit back in my chair and look out the window as Mr. Wilson begins to talk. I don't really listen in history. I thank those dead people that constructed our country but…they're dead. Also, I know it won't be too hard for me to catch up.
I feel my thigh vibrate and slyly pull phone out of my pocket. Mr. Wilson doesn't joke about cellphones in class. I look at the new message from Aria.
Are you hyperventilating? I can hear you from my seat lol. I read. I shake my head and look across the room to Aria who's snickering to herself.
Aria is my best friend and has been since like…birth. We've been neighbors for longer than I can remember. Aria's the first person I told I liked girls too. She was so awesome about it, it encouraged me to accept myself but I still haven't told my parents. I know the end result of that so I'm going to hold off on it.
Aria figured out my crush, I didn't really have to tell her. She's been pushing me to pursue it but I just…I can't. Hanna probably hates me by default because of Spencer.
I roll my eyes at Aria and quickly type out a response.
Pay attention to class. We don't need you failing already, do we?
Before I know it, class is over and I'm gathering my things to get to my next period class when Aria walks over to me.
"What do you have next?" She asks as I throw my book bag over my shoulder.
"Umm…Math, I think. What about you?" I ask as we walk towards the door.
"English. I heard there's some new teacher teaching this one." Aria says as she looks down at her schedule.
"Yeah me too. Hopefully this quarter, English won't put me to sleep." I say.
"Agreed, and I actually like English so how is it that one teacher can ruin it for me?" Aria says as she leaves the classroom. I snicker and shake my head.
"Maybe the new teacher has potential. Have hope." I tell her and she shrugs her shoulders.
"So how did the try out go?"
"Amazing actually. I'm on the team." I tell her and her face lights up. I went to the try outs for the swim team yesterday. I had been training and practicing all summer.
"Congratulations Em!" Aria says excitedly and gives me a side hug. I hug her back and smile.
"Thanks Aria." We keep walking and I stop in front of my next class.
"This is me. I'll see you at lunch?" Aria nods and waves to me before leaving.
No one is even in here yet. Just me so I stand by the door. I hate empty classrooms. I pull my phone out and text Aria because I forgot to ask her if she's coming over today after school. I don't know why I ask though, she's always at my house.
"Ugh." I hear and lift my eyes from my screen. My heart flutters and I gulp as I look at Hanna Marin standing before me. She has this class too?! Breathe…In…Out…
"Y-y-you okak?" I stutter out. Oh god… Do not blush! DO NOT.
Hanna looks at me and I can feel my breath quicken. She rolls her eyes then sighs.
"I hate empty classrooms. This is why I come late but if I get another tardy my mom is going to kill me." God she's pretty when she's frustrated. Okay…Emily this is your shot. Your shot to be noticed. Your shot at Hanna knowing your name…Say something!
"Yeah, me too and someone like you shouldn't have to wait for other people." I say…why did I say that? What does that even mean? Hanna looks at me with one eyebrow raised…sort of confused.
"People like me?" She asks and I gulp.
"I – uh…yeah." Oh god, kill me!
"What do you mean?" She asks and I feel my cheeks ignite into huge flames…
"Um…I don't…I don't know…" I mumble.
"Pretty…" I say lowly and Hanna cracks a small smile but still looks confused. She doesn't say anything though then walks in the classroom.
Real smooth Emily, Real smooth.