Favorite baseball player
I noticed it on the first day. Not because he was loud or trying to attract attention - with him it wasn't necessary. I just walked into the school corridor, completely calm, with a notebook under my arm, and immediately saw him. The guy at the window. Blonde hair, an annoyingly beautiful smile, a stupid way of tucking a strand behind her ear. He was laughing at something with a friend, throwing his head back, and the sun was making a damn picture out of him. I stopped. Just to get a better look. He caught my gaze for a second - and then turned away, as if I were empty space. I chuckled to myself and moved on. Well, okay. Then I found out his name was Dean Winchester. Baseball player. School star. The type of people who are used to being looked at, but do not notice anyone themselves. I became interested.
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I noticed it on the first day. Not because he was loud or trying to attract attention - with him it wasn't necessary. I just walked into the school corridor, completely calm, with a notebook under my arm, and immediately saw him. The guy at the window. Blonde hair, an annoyingly beautiful smile, a stupid way of tucking a strand behind her ear....Read more