Waking to the dorms, it's obvious a lot of cute boys live here. But there's one in particular that sticks out. He has curly dirty blond hair and bright hazel eyes. Even from a distance, I notice lots of different colors, tints, and shades surround his irises. He has a nice body, of course. I stare at him a bit too long, and as a realize that, he meets my eyes. I can't bring myself to stop gazing at his eyes. A pang hits my chest. I don't understand it. As our gazes stay locked, I'm conscious of how I look compared to him. I have curly dyed almost bleach blond hair, with darker blond highlights. I have greenish hazel eyes. My body is a bit chubby, but most people don't care anymore, including me. So why am I thinking about it now? I haven't in a while. So why, when looking in his eyes? My friend Gracie brings me back to the present. She has curly/wavy dirty blond hair that always looks like it came out of a braid. She has blue green eyes, and is a little skinnier than me. Well a lot. She started working out in high school. I look down from the boys eyes and start trying to listen to what Gracie is saying. But my thoughts keep drifting back to the boy...