It all started when I saw him. His name Hunter Jones. Now I had been confessed to by a couple of boys in my life who said they ‘liked’ me but none of them really interested me as much as he did. I should start from beginning. It all started when I was seventeen. It was Wednesday and I had just finished my third block class of the second semester. I first headed to my locker, where I knew my ‘girlfriend’ Alex, was waiting for me. However, when I got there, instead of seeing my brunette haired friend, I saw the handsomest new boy anyone, in this school, had ever laid eyes on. He was opening his locker, which was right next to mine, when he noticed me staring straight at him. I turned away very quickly, but I think he noticed that my cheeks turned a bright shade of pink because after I turned away he called out saying, “You look like you added a little too much blush on this morning.”
So I called back to him, “Oh. Well I'll have you know that I actually don't wear makeup.” Everybody knows that because I am a tomboy, I don't like wearing makeup. I only put it on if I'm going to a dance, which I never do, or something of that sorts.
He just snickered and asked, “What's your name?”
“Skylar Davis, but all my friends call me Sky.”
“Mine is Hunter, Hunter Jones.”
Right after saying this he bent down, took my right hand, and kissed the back of it, just like what a prince would do in a fairytale, while doing this he said, “Well I will see you later Skylar.” He kissed the back of my hand once more, looked straight into my eyes then left.
I quickly opened my locker, grabbed what I needed and headed off to the last block of the day. When I entered the classroom there he was shining bright as a star in the pitch blackness of the night. I took my seat by the window. Trying not to sit anywhere close to him. But when I glanced over at him our eyes met, I was so embarrassed, that I turned and faced the teacher.