In the school, there's a really cool kid that everyone likes. By everyone, it means including me. I would look at him from afar but I never talked to him before. There was no way I could talk to him when I'm a plain girl that no body knows. Even people from my class doesn't know my name. Until one day, that everything changed. Whenever it was lunch, I would go to the art room and work on my art work and I saw a guy working on his too. When I went over to look at his work, I was mind-blown. His work was so much better than mine.
"Hey, I like your work." I said while smiling.
"..."
I thought probably he didn't hear me because he was concentrating so I said it again.
" I like your artwork." I said expecting a thank you.
"...thank...you.." He said in a low voice that I would barely hear.
I was going to ask him why there was a pause when he said thank you but I decided not to and continued to watch him draw. The next day, the art room was closed so I had to go to the cafeteria which i didn't like going to because I didn't know where to sit. When I got lunch, two girls from my class name Jessica and Madison told me to go there and sit next to them. So I did.
" Hey, Lucy." Said Madison and Jessica at the same time.
" Hey." I replied feeling weird since it was the first time we ever talked.
Awhile later, I saw something at the corner of my eye. I was shocked. It was Conner, the most popular boy in school. I stared at him in daze until Jessica called me and I came back to my sense. Conner greeted me and was I surprised he greeted me. After the greeting, we actually had a conversation with each other. The next day, Jessica and Madison told me to sit with them so I did. I couldn't believe what I heard from Jessica's mouth.
" Hey Lucy, you want to know something?" Jessica said with a big smile on her face.
"Um...sure?" I replied.
" Conner likes you." Jessica said squealing/
I couldn't believe what I heard. Those words repeated in my head. "Conner likes you", "Conner likes you". I still couldn't believe it. I pinched my cheeks to see if I was dreaming. It hurt. It was real. While thinking about it, the guy I saw in the art room name Sam came to my head. I was confused. Why did Sam came to my mind when I was thinking about Conner? Do I like Sam? I didn't think me liking Sam was possible when I only have just met him. But the same goes for Conner. I have always admired Conner from afar and yesterday was the first time we talked. My brain was jumbled. I didn't know if I should feel happy that Conner likes me or be bothered by it.