By: Carissa Zawiski/Junior Writer
Pushing myself off the ground, I glared at him. He had smiling, brown eyes that seemed to invite you in.
“That was awkward,” I thought to myself, and I couldn’t think of a time I’ve ever been so clumsy.
“Are you alright?” He asked while standing up and grabbing his phone. His hair was a dark brown color and was very curly. He had this raspy voice that you don’t usually hear a guy have; but it was cute.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you!” I responded nervously and I could feel my heart beating ten times faster than it usually does.
“You’re fine!” he said while smiling at me, “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking; it was my fault too.”
I couldn’t help but smile back at him. I could feel my cheeks becoming rosy red. I really hoped he didn’t notice.
“Well, have a nice day!” He said, walking in the other direction and waving back.
“You too!” I yelled from behind.
While I continued my jog around the block, I couldn’t stop thinking about running into him. I’ve never liked someone that quickly, but he seemed genuinely sweet, and not like the other guys in this small town. Too bad I didn’t even know his name.