(This is my first one of these so it’s rather short sorry. I hope y’all like it!)
I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m short.
Normally, I want to rip the face off of someone who points that out to me. Or when someone calls me cute, I call out my fists. But when your crush is that someone. It’s different.
Currently it was lunch, and Michael Mell was taunting me. And for some odd reason, I was secretly enjoying every second.
“Aweee look at you, you’re so smol and cute,” he gushed. Seriously, if this was any other person, they’d have at least a black eye by this point.
“Wow Michael, that’s ‘soooo’ creative of you,” I talk back. I truly don’t care how uncreative it was, but what else am I supposed to say?
“What Rich? It’s true, you ‘are’ cute.” He leans down closer to my face as he says this. I feel the blood rushing to my face.
“Ohh shut it Michael,” I push him away, stumbling back a few steps myself.
“Was that a blush I saw? Aweee Rich how cute!” he says and I swear I want to strangle him, but I’m pretty sure I’d strangle myself if I did that.
“Aghhhhh Michael just leave me the fuck alone!” I yell. I rush away with my head down to hide a blush from others. I run into the halls to get alone, and slow down when I deem myself far enough away from everyone. I continue to walk around aimlessly for who knows how long.
It really sucks having a crush on someone like Michael. He’s such a good person and I’m, well me. He was there for his friend even when that friend completely abandoned him. How much more of an angel could you get than that? There’s no way in the world that I’d ever come close to doing anything along those lines. Basically, there’s no reason he’d ever like me.
I’m such a goddamn terrible fucking person.
Don’t really know how good this is, but pls lemme know if you want more…
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