Three years. For three years, I've tried to avoid him at all costs, because my awkwardness when he's around is indescribable. Three years taking alternate routes to avoid him, and tripping over my own feet. And after three years, I think I'm ready to do something about it, to admit to myself that this is more than just a crush.I knew from the start it couldn't happen. Even on her bad days, when she tugged her blazer round herself and pulled her hair flatter, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She never wore make-up; she didn't need it, anyway. But she was a year younger than me. A year is nothing in the real world, but in secondary school? It's a life time.
