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I missed my class today. I was half an hour late and I don't like the glares I get from classmates when I enter the lecture hall late. I contemplated on going but I'm insecure, I don't like people looking at me with judging stares. So no. I didn't go.

I went to the study/chill area where they have round tables with soft armchairs. I took a seat and brought out my laptop to waste time until my next class. I played Starcraft for a while, I tweeted.

A girl sat down across from me. Well, she put her stuff down first and went to get a coffee and a slice of banana bread first. I moved my laptop closer to me so it took up less space. She needed the space on the round table for her laptop. She thanked me.

I looked up and nodded in a "no prob" kinda way.

She was pale. Blonde. Bright red lips with a clashing contrast against her white skin. She looked older than me, 19 maybe 20. Though she could have easily been 18 as well. I'm not sure. I don't like to judge, but she seemed like a casual druggie. Into raves and pot. Bit of e perhaps. She had that "i'm cool with most things but don't piss me off" kind of style. I found her attractive. Not usually the girls I'm into, there was something about her that's all.

We did our own things for an hour.

I noticed she was packing her stuff up, so I watched her. I'm a curious person. She had a little strappy knapsack and a bigger messenger bag kind of thing. She had difficulty carrying both at the same time because the strap was getting caught. She saw me looking and said something witty. I chuckled. She put everything down and tried again. She got it this time. She flashed me a smile and said her goodbye. I fumbled a goodbye. She raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner. Was I too obvious? Did she know I was attracted to her?

She left.

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You ever get that feeling you've talked to someone before? I was out walking my dog and this girl with the most gorgeous golden hair walked past, on her way to the corner grocery store perhaps. She was 16 or maybe 17, I'm not the best judge of age. She had a soft glowing smile, the type you wouldn't mind to stare at for a few days. She directed this smile towards me, it's odd how much a smile can simultaneously make you feel special yet vulnerable. She asked about my dog, she said he looked like a cat. I laughed. She smiled. I mentioned something about the long tail of the dog contributing to the cat-like features. She smiled. I smiled. She looked at me and I looked at her. Both of us expected the other to say something, because we knew, she and I knew what the other was thinking. Yet curiously neither of us said anything. Finally she hesitantly turned, her flowing hair making waves. She looked back with a reluctant smile. I pretended I wasn't crying inside.

She went on her way.

I didn't stop her.