When I first laid my eyes on him, I thought he was handsome. His face looked extremely photogenic and his black hair was slicked back, making it shine under the bright lights. He had extremely pale skin, akin to Snow White, sharp nose, a pair of beautiful brown eyes and plump lips. You would find it creepy that I was closely inspecting his face and I sort of agree but if that guy is not the epitome of a perfect beauty, I do not know who else is.
I never knew his name but I recognize the clique that he usually hangs out with. I may have memorized all of his friends' faces so that if I were to ever chance upon them, I knew that he was not that far behind them. My eyes would instinctively search for him, as if my heart could tell that I was secretly longing for him. Every time I saw one of his friends, I tried really hard not to squeal like a rabid fangirl and maintained a poker face but inside, there were butterflies in my stomach. How could a guy bring such an intense reaction from me? Why do I feel like I could spend my entire lifetime just staring at his flawless face?
Since I am not that good in keeping secrets, my friends could immediately tell that I was completely smitten with him. Whenever they spotted him, they would instantly break into a huge grin and began to nudge me all at once, as if I could see him myself with my own two eyes. And I have perfect vision. But boy, my own friends could be a little too obvious sometimes. I guess they were just happy that I found an eye candy in school since I have reminded them too many times before that none of the boys in school really do it for me.
Until I met him.
After days of just staring at this flawless boy, the day of our school's talent show finals came. Participants of the talent show could showcase anything, from singing to dancing, and they could perform alone, as a duo or as a group. It was the finals where the top five participants perform in front of the whole school cohort and we had the power to choose who should win the coveted first prize. Of course, an insider told me that us having the right to vote was just for show and that the winner would be ultimately chosen by a panel of judges. Pfftt.
Well, I was not interested in this boring talent show anyway. That was what I told myself when suddenly I saw him step onto his stage with his gang of friends. He stood in front of a microphone stand as his other friends took their positions, testing their musical instruments.
My eyes widened as realization dawned on me. Was he going to sing? And when he opened his mouth to answer my unspoken question, my skin trembled with excitement and my heart began to palpitate wildly in my chest. His voice sounded so beautiful and angelic. Very soft and elegant. The kind that has the ability to soothe cold hearts and unhappy moods.
I became numb to my friends' constant nudging and shaking as I accepted this intense feeling.
I was in love with this boy.
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