Summer in Paris, year 2001
My friends and I went to the recreation facility's showers to get ready for our P.E. swimming class, which was part of our activities that day. It was pretty awesome because it has two pools.
We wore our one-piece suits, soaking under the streaming water. As I finished, I looked at the mirror on the wall.
My hair looked messy. Measuring it with my fingers, it reached flat on my nose. It was longer now than the last time I remembered it.
This is bad.
"Hey, do you think I should get a hair cut?" I asked over my shoulders.
But it was only met with silence so I stepped outside, noticed Lucille and Renée with the others staring quietly at the group of boys coming towards the male showers.
There was the fair young man again with his buddies, his long platinum blond hair swaying in his stride.
A déjà vu feeling crawled all over me as I assumed that he secretly glanced at me.
Looping my arms around my friends, I tried to shrug it off and grinned.
"Come on, let's get out of here."
We walked away, leaving the showers to join our other classmates at the side of the pool.
Renée turned to me and whispered.
"He was looking at you." She said.
"He did?" I asked, feeling strange but trying not to show too much interest.
"Yeah, it was creepy...so Lucille and I blocked your body from his view."
As she said that, I felt it once again. Those eyes...
...they must be checking me out from a distance.
Is it because of my body?
My butt...?
My mind flashed back to the time I frequently caught him looking away.
It started at the café, now at the pool.
I was starting to feel weirded out when I can't help but get mesmerized by his long, blond hair.
Wait, is he a senior like me?