So there's this girl.

I've talked about here before--she's the one who was in my history of women class. (which we're not talking about, as apparently it's a sore subject at Oasis :])

Anyways, so, it's not like I'm obsessed with her. I don't go thinking about her constantly, and I very rarely see her in the halls. But when I do--oh boy. Even if I don't know it's her--sometimes I even think she's a guy, if I just see the back of her head--I'm always thinking to myself, "Daaaamn!"

I don't know what it is about her---no one else thinks she's that hot--at least, she's not one of the hot-girls-by-popular-consensus. But I just think she's so fucking attractive, even when she looks like shit. Sometimes, she literally takes my breath away.

She's not skinny, almost chubby. Most of it though is her build; she's short (taller than me but that's not hard) but not petite--kinda a square build, but that doesn't really describe her because it ignores the curves and the smooth contours of it all.

Walking behind her in the hall, seeing a sliver of skin where her jeans and shirt meet, drives me crazy. Her hair is so gorgeously messy it makes me ache. I could stare at her freckles, at her amazingly long lashes, at her eyes, for hours.

At this point, I'm sure you think I'm lying about the lack of obsesiveness--but it's true. I really don't. Well sometimes I do--not often, though (anymore). Mostly these fits of longing just occur as a result of direct observation, which thankfully don't happen too often or I'd be dazed and drooling all the time.

Rumor has it she's a bitch, but rumor's often unreliable. Who knows? Maybe we'd make the perfect pair. :]