Elijah Lawrence

Cassandra. My Cassy, or, well, I suppose she isn’t mine. Yet. Cassandra. Doesn’t it roll off of the tongue easily? And to think me, Elijah Lawrence, one of the popular mysteries at school, would have their heart stolen by a nerd. Do I need to say her name again? I’d be glad to. Alright, ALRIGHT! I’ll get to it. It’s our last year of high school, and I’m too big of a wimp to ask Cassy out. My friends don’t know, my parents don’t know, nobody knows, but me. And I’ll keep it that way; until I know she’s mine. This beautiful goddess of a woman has been in all of my classes since eighth grade, her honey-yellow eyes taking my breath away with each glance— and the way her brunette hair shines in the sunlight..Ooh..I can’t even describe it. I can’t believe she’s never been noticed before; good grades, a sweet personality, e-everything a guy could want! These stupid high schoolers among me…I feel embarrassed! And now, I’ve found a chance, on a rainy day— luckily for me, she forgot her umbrella!! Standing under the awning, I can’t help but shout, a bit too loud for my own good, but not loud enough for too much attention to be drawn,