There's just a few that still get me...

I hate this kid.
I used to stew over him. I've known him for over six years but I still get annoyed when I see him. Dark Curls, sparkling Michael Landon (look him up) eyes, perfect teeth, a lean body and the perfect tan-touched with red from being a hard worker outdoors. And that, my friends, is why I hate him. He's never given me a moment's notice, although we're the only ones even close to the same age left in the club. No, that's a lie. When we were around 14 he flirted with me for about 2 weeks. Never was nice after that.
Around two years ago, I got a friend to find out what was wrong with me. He told my friend I wasn't his type--I was too skinny. I didn't really want to know why he wouldn't date me, I just wanted to know why he never even gave me the time of day. But that stung. Maybe that's why I'm still a bit insecure with guys even now, when around 37 of them are banging down my door.

Today we were again in the same room, and again he spoke to everyone except me and my sister. Today, I no longer care. I no longer join in the chatter of the general conversation. I don't even attempt to be friendly, I lean back in my chair and try to sleep. I cannot deny I notice that he looks better than last month-the summer sun has livened his body, his jeans fit, and i've always been into white T-shirts. But it is a passing acknowledgement, I drowse content in the knowledge he, or anyone else in the room, no longer matters.

The meeting is over. I'm walking out of the room, still have not acknowledged him. I feel two firm hands on my shoulders. His. I don't do anything. Just keep walking. He keeps his hands there as we walk across the hallway and out the door. Guiding. Outside, he turns me lightly around by the shoulders and hugs me. For a long time. I put my hand barely on his back in return. My face is warm. His muscles beneath that thin tee are taut and delicious. I'm rarely affected like this, but his body is perfect. I pull away, and say "Hi." He nods. We go walking opposite directions to our cars.

I hate this kid.