Prompt: Write about a younger student crushing on an older one

Katies P.O.V

Travis Stoll, the blue eyed god who took my breath away my first day of high school, happened to be the love of my very short life. I was never one to crush on boys, especially the mischievous type, but the older Stoll thieved my heart along with a couple of wallets.

I always knew my crush was hopeless, I ate lunch in the library, by myself, never mind the cafeteria with other people. You could say that I'm the shy type; a mass of honey coloured, curly hair sits atop my head in a bun nearly impossible to create, and eyes so green, you could get lost in the forest they create. Though square framed, chunky glasses manage to hide and dim the shade.

I wasn't the girl many guys fawned after, much to nerdy for their interest, but I always had hope that one day I'd gain the attention of a certain Stoll.

The first time I laid eyes on the boy was the first day of freshman year, I was anxious, nervous butterflies never slowing in my stomach. To say I was lost in the massive school would be an understatement. Shyly pushing my glasses up, I continue my journey down the halls, attempting to find homeroom, thank the gods I went to school half an hour early that day.

I'd never tried to catch a football, much less a football player, but I tried my best when one began hurtling on my direction. I wasn't a weak girl, I grew up on my dad's farm until Mom wanted custody, and I happened to catch the boy at an embarrassing angle.

"I'm sorry," the stranger speaks, barely a whisper.

"It's ok," a shy smile tilts the corners of my lips upwards.

"Your eyes are really green, you shouldn't hide them beneath such thick glasses," he chuckles softly, amusement dancing in his Caribbean blue eyes, "your vision must be really bad."

It was my turn to laugh, "It's pretty bad," I probably sounded like a giggling mess, but the smile he produced as a response took away any insecurities I had.

"You should probably let me go," the stranger mumbled, simultaneously blowing tufts of shaggy hair out of his eyes.

"Oh uh ya," I unwrap my arms, allowing the boy to crumple into a heap on the floor, "sorry!"

I don't think I'd ever heard such a heart filled laugh until that moment, "It's alright blondie, just promise me you won't hide behind your glasses."

"I promise," murmurs.

The next day I went out and bought a package of contact lenses, but Travis Stoll didn't notice me again until I opened a floral shop, he wanted to buy flowers for his fiancé.