“Do you see the guy with the hazel eyes over there?” the girl whispered to the boy with the green eyes from behind.
“Yes, why?” he replied, watching the boy with hazel eyes talk to his group of friends.
“He’s cute, don’t you think? You’ve talked to him, right?” the girl inquired with force at the edge of her voice. Both the girl and the green-eyed boy had been friends for some time; sarcasm and jokes were part of their nature.
“I don’t think he’s cute. I don’t roll that way, but yes I have talked to him before. We were on the same bowling team. He’s cool,” the green-eyed boy responded without trepidation.
“Even though my boyfriend is away for now, he’s always writing me letters trying to pressure me into things. I don’t know if I want that in my life, but fortunately I have time to think about it. In the meantime, I know he’s out of my league, but I’m going to go over there and flirt with him anyways.”
Her friend chuckled. “Alright, good luck soldier!”
The hazel-eyed boy paused his conversation with his friends as the girl walked over to him with blushing courage. She began to speak while twirling her hair.
The next day the boy with the green eyes found the girl at her locker blushing to herself.
“What happened yesterday? You didn’t text me back, you didn’t even come out to our hangout spot. Did things go well?”
“He flirted with me! He gave me his number, and we’ve been texting ever since. Sorry, but he’s straight, he won’t be interested in you.” She closed her locker softly, her eyes twinkling with delight.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” he growled, “I’m straight, and I’m not interested in him!”
“Oh, well, judging by how you react to that band you’re always listening to, I wouldn’t put it past you. You’ve got goo-goo eyes for the lead singer,” she chuckled.
“You know what, forget it.” The boy with the green eyes shoved past his friend and scampered to the bathroom.
She is pissing me off! he thought. Not texting her for a few days, that’s for certain. I should get to class before I’m late.
The boy with the green eyes washed his hands, the warm water soothing his temper. The bathroom door flew open and he stared up into the mirror, unexpectedly meeting the hazel-eyed boy’s glance.
“You seemed pretty tense back there, are you okay?” he asked the green-eyed boy earnestly.
“Yes, why does it matter to you?”
“I thought you were chill and reserved back on our bowling team. You seem like a great person. What’s wrong?”
The green-eyed snatched paper towels, his voice agitated. “It’s about you. My friend with the red hair has a crush on you.”
“She does? Damn, I didn’t notice,” he said, his voice astounded.
“You didn’t notice the flirting, or the hair twirling?” The boy with the green eyes stared up at the boy with the hazel eyes questioningly.
“No, I actually wasn’t really paying attention. I was paying more attention to you.”
Why would he be paying attention to me?
As if he read his mind, the hazel-eyed boy pushed the hair from his face and said, “I usually don’t have crushes, but I have a crush on you.”
Takoda Poindexter is a student at Virginia Western Community College