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He was gorgeous.
I longed for times he would look towards the back of the class room, where me and my friends always sat, so I could catch a quick glance at his face without making it obvious.
Honestly, I couldn't decide if it was his bright blue eyes or the way his black hair sort of fell in front of one of them that was more alluring, but either way I wanted him. It wasn't the way I wanted to date or hang out with other boys, it was different. It was like I needed him, every inch of me needed him.
The first day he had shown up to class with his lip pierced, my friends had snickered and said things. I probably would have said those same things. You know, to fit in. But I was wordless because all it had done was make me even more attracted to him.
He very easily leaves me breathless.
"Hanna, are you even listening to me?" Lori asked and brought me back to reality. I had started daydreaming about him recently, wishing he was less than six feet away.
I shook my head and turned to my friend. "Sorry, I was up all night," I lied with a smile.
"Oh right, how was the party?" she asked.
"Same old. Drank too much, played some pong." I said. Another lie. I hadn't gone to the party. The college party that my girls envied me for being invited too. Lori turned back to the front of the room, jealous but unwilling to show it. At least she would leave me alone for a bit.
He turned his head halfway in my direction, but it wasn't me he was looking at. He was smiling at Molly, a strange girl with a red streak through her blonde hair and a lip ring to match his. They weren't dating or anything, as far as I knew, but they hung out with the same group of people.
"Tanner," I heard her whisper with a giggle, "stop looking at me!" More giggling.
Ugh, could she be anymore sickening?
I had never had a distaste for Molly, actually I never realized she existed until I ended up in a class with Tanner that she happened to be in, too. The way they flirted made me wish I sat in the front row, so I didn't have to look at it everyday.
Tanner leaned back in his seat and extended his arm back towards where Molly sat, holding a piece of folded up paper. The tendons in his forearm were popping out in a very attractive way, I realized I was very obviously staring and turned my head back to my work.
Molly took the note and shoved it under her book before the teacher could see. I started to think about the things that could be on that note and honestly felt sick.
The idea of being turned down by any guy was mysterious to me, I hadn't had many boyfriends but it wasn't hard to get one.
But somehow, I knew it'd be different with Tanner. I didn't have a red streak in my hair or a lip ring. I didn't wear converse and my eyeliner was never quite that heavy. Molly spent most of her time in skinny jeans and I spent mine in a cheerleading uniform.
The Hanna that Tanner knew wasn't the Hanna I wanted him to know or the Hanna he could ever know. Because that Hanna, would jeopardize my entire reputation.
In the past I tried and tried to tell myself maybe a chance at romance or at least some time with Tanner was worth that loss, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had even bought a pair of skinny jeans and wore them in front of the mirror for hours… I almost liked it.
And then Lori walked in with her big purse and white shorts and made me promise to never put them on again, at least not without a pair of heels. I had never heard such a materialistic statement in my life, and that was saying a lot.
Last night I decided to really go for it. I was going to wear those skinny jeans, and not with heels. I was going to thicken up my makeup and sit in an empty seat near Tanner. First chance I got, I'd ask him a question about the homework or assignment. I would let my friends see me ruin my reputation and not care, because I hadn't felt this way about anyone else before and that made it worth the risk. No, that made him worth the risk…
…this morning I walked into school with my head down and no trace of my usual confident attitude…but not because I was taking a risk for Tanner.
The skinny jeans were on my bedroom floor and I wasn't even wearing make up. My uniform was wrinkled and my ponytail lopped to oneside. I walked into class and stopped for a second, Tanner was staring right at me, and then he smiled. At me. I was trying to find the confidence to smile back when Lori walked in and stopped beside me.
"Why is he smiling at you?" she asked, almost disgusted.
I sighed, decided.
"I don't know," I said and walked past him to my desk in the back of the classroom.

Description
He was gorgeous.
I longed for times he would look towards the back of the class room, where me and my friends always sat, so I could catch a quick glance at his face without making it obvious.
Honestly, I couldn't decide if it was his bright blue eyes or the way his black hair sort of fell in front of one of them that was more alluring, but either way I wanted him. It wasn't the way I wanted to date or hang out with other boys, it was different. It was like I needed him, every inch of me needed him.
The first day he had shown up to class with his lip pierced, my friends had snickered and said things. I probably would have said those same things. You know, to fit in. But I was wordless because all it had done was make me even more attracted to him.
He very easily leaves me breathless.
"Hanna, are you even listening to me?" Lori asked and brought me back to reality. I had started daydreaming about him recently, wishing he was less than six feet away.
I shook my head and turned to my friend. "Sorry, I was up all night," I lied with a smile.
"Oh right, how was the party?" she asked.
"Same old. Drank too much, played some pong." I said. Another lie. I hadn't gone to the party. The college party that my girls envied me for being invited too. Lori turned back to the front of the room, jealous but unwilling to show it. At least she would leave me alone for a bit.
He turned his head halfway in my direction, but it wasn't me he was looking at. He was smiling at Molly, a strange girl with a red streak through her blonde hair and a lip ring to match his. They weren't dating or anything, as far as I knew, but they hung out with the same group of people.
"Tanner," I heard her whisper with a giggle, "stop looking at me!" More giggling.
Ugh, could she be anymore sickening?
I had never had a distaste for Molly, actually I never realized she existed until I ended up in a class with Tanner that she happened to be in, too. The way they flirted made me wish I sat in the front row, so I didn't have to look at it everyday.
Tanner leaned back in his seat and extended his arm back towards where Molly sat, holding a piece of folded up paper. The tendons in his forearm were popping out in a very attractive way, I realized I was very obviously staring and turned my head back to my work.
Molly took the note and shoved it under her book before the teacher could see. I started to think about the things that could be on that note and honestly felt sick.
The idea of being turned down by any guy was mysterious to me, I hadn't had many boyfriends but it wasn't hard to get one.
But somehow, I knew it'd be different with Tanner. I didn't have a red streak in my hair or a lip ring. I didn't wear converse and my eyeliner was never quite that heavy. Molly spent most of her time in skinny jeans and I spent mine in a cheerleading uniform.
The Hanna that Tanner knew wasn't the Hanna I wanted him to know or the Hanna he could ever know. Because that Hanna, would jeopardize my entire reputation.
In the past I tried and tried to tell myself maybe a chance at romance or at least some time with Tanner was worth that loss, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had even bought a pair of skinny jeans and wore them in front of the mirror for hours… I almost liked it.
And then Lori walked in with her big purse and white shorts and made me promise to never put them on again, at least not without a pair of heels. I had never heard such a materialistic statement in my life, and that was saying a lot.
Last night I decided to really go for it. I was going to wear those skinny jeans, and not with heels. I was going to thicken up my makeup and sit in an empty seat near Tanner. First chance I got, I'd ask him a question about the homework or assignment. I would let my friends see me ruin my reputation and not care, because I hadn't felt this way about anyone else before and that made it worth the risk. No, that made him worth the risk…
…this morning I walked into school with my head down and no trace of my usual confident attitude…but not because I was taking a risk for Tanner.
The skinny jeans were on my bedroom floor and I wasn't even wearing make up. My uniform was wrinkled and my ponytail lopped to oneside. I walked into class and stopped for a second, Tanner was staring right at me, and then he smiled. At me. I was trying to find the confidence to smile back when Lori walked in and stopped beside me.
"Why is he smiling at you?" she asked, almost disgusted.
I sighed, decided.
"I don't know," I said and walked past him to my desk in the back of the classroom.