This is what happens when we're bored :)

I saw him today
as I walked into school

I gasped
What was he doing?

My intense gaze attracted his attention
He turned those gorgeous orbs in my direction

Brown stared into brown
I froze, my heart beating fast.

Suddenly, he smiled
rose his hand, and waved.

I sucked in a large amount of air into my lungs;
I think my heart stopped

I raised my hand in a tentative wave
wanted to go over, talk to him.

Just then,
I saw a girl walking towards him.

My thoughts screamed.
She was gorgeous, perfect.

Just then I realised he wasn't waving at me.
It was meant for Her.

My heart broke into a million pieces
Unconsciously, my eyes prickled with tears

My heart raced; andrenaline building up.
I strode to their side and smacked her on her cheeks.

She shrieked; I felt good
at least till he slapped me.

I stood still; shocked.
He had never raised a hand against me before.

But my taekwondo skills were faster; I instinctively reacted
and broke his beautiful nose.

He howled, shocked.
"How could you?" his eyes accused.

"Who is SHE to you?
Why do you protect her so?"

"She's my cousin, dammit!" He muttered.
But he gave me an admiring gaze.

I had made a mistake.
By accusing her, I'd lost his trust.

I opened and closed my mouth
at a loss for words

But wait!

He grinned from ear to ear
"Are you interested in me?"

I felt conflicted. Should I tell?
Should I, should I not?

My face turned bright red
Seeking an excuse, I stammered

"Um, I'm practising my taekwondo"
I stared innocently at him.

"What! On me?" He smiles though.
"You're quite mean, you know."

"Ah... Sorry."
Are you mad at me?" I ask worriedly.

"Not really... You owe me one, though.
How about making up for it by going out with me?"

And to make things easy, I agreed.

Hahas, this is what happens when my friends and I try to come up with poems!! It was meant to be a poem, but I guess it just became a story instead... So we called it our poem-story! ^^
By the way, different colours are used for the different people who wrote the poem-story. There are 3 in all, moi included. XD

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