Hello, my name is...
Let's start from the beginning, shall we?
Since the myth of cooties was debunked sometime in the fourth grade, I've always leaned toward the heterosexual side. My sexual orientation was never anything I actively questioned, or at least, until this year.
I saw h-e-r. We'll refer to her as Lea, even though that's not her actual name. (At least, I'm pretty certain that that isn't her actual name. I'm ashamed to say that I'm attracted to a girl whose name I don't even know, but it's the truth.)
It was the most unromantic meeting one could imagine. I stood in line in the girl's bathroom and saw her as she walked in. I'm not certain why, but our eyes immediately locked even though I hadn't planned on staring at her, and she didn't look away. She smiled faintly, and all I could see were those soulful brown eyes looking up at me. I broke eye contact before she would think me strange. Her face is unforgettable, and since that day, I haven't been able to think of anyone else.
Today, I saw Lea again. It turns out that we both have a zero period, and I opened the door to the girls' locker room just as she walked there. I held the door open for her and she smiled, and I quickly looked away and let my hair fall into my eyes, heart pumping and palms sweaty. It was those large eyes, those full lips that drove me a little mad.
And now I really want to find out who she is.