成人快手

By Ava D

I swear the moment I saw him my heart stopped beating. He was sitting there in the café staring at his phone. His chestnut brown hair slightly ruffled but still perfect. Something on his phone must've been funny because he smiled. His smile sent my heart doing backflips in my chest. He was perfect in every way. The day I saw Harry Williams was the best day of my life.

Okay so let me introduce myself. My name is Alex Brown. I'm sixteen years old and attend Oakland Secondary school. I am constantly seeing him. On window reflections, in murky puddles and even in my coffee! I have a crush on Harry Williams.

As I do every morning I woke up at 6:15, got dressed, ate and was ready to leave the house at 7:33, which was earlier than usual. I made my way to the maths classroom for first period. I sat down, pulled out my maths books and pencil case and waited for the rest of the students to file in and take their places. "Good morning," announced our maths teacher Mr Stanley. Unusually the seat next to me was empty. I wonder who is going to sit there. All eyes turn to the door as it is pushed open and a boy struts in. I realise it is Harry Williams. "Meet Harry, he is joining our class today," says Mr Stanley. "You can go and sit next to Alex over there." He continues, motioning for Harry to sit down. We are having a lesson on fractions. Harry taps me on the shoulder. "Can you help me on question eight?" he asks. I nod unable to form words.

When I get home mum has prepared a chilli con carne and is waiting to eat. "I hear that a new boy has joined your class," she says, "What's he like?" I can feel a blush flowing up my neck like creeping ivy and covering my face. "Oh if I were to look at your face I would think that you had a crush on him." Mum teases. I go even redder and when she looks in my eyes and sees the truth in there her mouth is a perfect 'O' of surprise. "Well if that's what you want to do then you should tell him." She urges, "He's at the park now." I slowly rise and put my coat and shoes on.

I walk to the park the bitter wind blowing in my face. I see Harry's figure huddled up on an old rotted bench. Timidly I walked over and I am behind the bench. I am about to call out to him when I see what he is doing. He is texting. The latest text reads, 'we are together till the end just us'. He is seeing a girl. Cold hurt slices through me like a knife as I realise no one could ever love me. I am just boring Alexander James Brown. No different to other boys.