Another week had come and gone. I was that much closer to her. She's all I seemed to think about in my spare time; she's even on my mind in times I didn't have to spare.

I sat at the coffee shop after class. That's normally where you'd find me if I wasn't at home or in class. It's stereotypical for me to be here so often, isn't that where you normally find writers? Coffee shops.

I hated being stereotypical, but coffee was good and people watching was easy. I can write about a person I see or know, it's hard to make up someone. It's hard to imagine new people, that's why I struggle so much to imagine Mystery Girl. Every girl I see could be here, my idea of what she looks like changed by the minute.

Angelina was beautiful. Lots of guys had crushes on her. Not me though, she was beautiful, sure.  But when she was out of sight, she was out of mind. Mystery Girl was always out of sight but never out of mind.
"Hey Owen." She smiled up at me, sweetly. She really was charming, I'll give her that. Her tight clothes left little to the imagination. Which for most men, was fine. I found it, tiresome. Most girls are flashy, what ever happened to witty?
"Hi Angelina."
"So I'm having a party this weekend." She leans into me. She smells strong of flowers. I try not to wrinkle my nose. "Want to come?" I want to tell her no. I don't want to go to her party. No I don't want to spend alone time with her. I don't even like her perfume.
"I'll let you know." She flutters her eyes as if to seal the deal. My mind has already been made up. I had a feeling Angelina is one of those girls who gets what she wants, doesn't know what no means unless it comes from her lips. "Okay, well I got to go." I slid myself away from her. Her lips push out into a pout. I pretend not to see it. Girl drama was not my thing.

Me: Ever feel like people make assumptions about you but just can't get over them?

Mystery Girl: All the time! It's like they put blinders on to only see the you they want you to be.

Me: Yes!

Danny, Greg and I made our way to the football game. Stands were pretty packed but there was a small section on the home team side that wasn't filled yet. We walked up to the row and slid between a group of people. The rest of the row was empty to the right of us. Everything below us was full.
"So Angelina is hot." Danny bumps my arm playfully. I rolled my eyes, regretting my decision to tell them about our run in.
"All looks." I take in a deep breath. My nose fills with the smell of candy. My eyes drop to girl ahead of me. She smells good enough to eat. It was intoxicating. I cleared my throat, snapping back to reality. "I'm just not interested."
"Angelina Jolie or Megan Fox could be begging for you and you still wouldn't be interested." I rolled my eyes at Danny.
"Bro are you gay?" My head snaps to Greg.
"What?!"
"I mean, we'd be cool with it." My cheeks were burning.
"I'm not gay." A buzz comes from within my pocket. I leaned back and pulled out my phone. I got a text.
"Oh yeah, we're so caught up in MG." Greg bumps me into Danny.
"Stop talking." I was starting to get annoyed.

Mystery Girl: Are you at the game?

Me: Of course. It's a football game. Who isn't here?

Mystery Girl: Me.

Me: Really? Not a football fan?

Mystery Girl: Joking, I'm here. Who you cheering for?

Me: The home team?

Mystery Girl: Thats boring. I'm rooting for the  refs. See how many shitty calls they can make.

I smiled widely at my screen. She was funny and smart. I liked that.
"You're smiling at your phone again." Danny whispered. I glared at him. "I don't know. Maybe MG isn't such a bad thing." Hair fell on my screen. It was sandy blond, soft too. It tickled my fingers. I swallowed the rock in my throat and looked up.
"Sorry." It was Chy sitting ahead of me. She had a dainty smile when she apologized.
"It's okay." My voice came out softer than I had hoped for. Chy turned back around to her friend Sandy. I glanced at Danny. His mouth was slightly open and he looked confused by me. Awkwardness crawled up my spine.
"Dude you can't have both girls." He whispered to me. I rolled my eyes and ignored him.

Me: Your team seems questionable.

Mystery Girl: Well your team seems boring.

Me: Its your team too.

Mystery Girl: I told you, my team is the refs. They are funny people.

Me: Your strange.

Mystery Girl: You're*

Mystery Girl: Also, you're into it.

Me: I think I might be.

Mystery Girl: You think? LOL!

The pang hits me again. I want the hear her laugh, I crave it. I'm so curious who is on the other end, it's killing me.

The game ended. We won by a land slide. I missed parts of the game because I was busy texting Mystery Girl or busy watching Chyanne. Surprisingly she was into the game. I found it wildly attractive.

Mystery Girl: So tell me, honestly. The football game better or worse watching the refs.

Me: Hilariously better.

Mystery Girl: I TOLD YOU!

Me: I tried looking for you.

Mystery Girl: Maybe I was sitting next to you!

Me: I was sandwiched between 2 guys.

Mystery Girl: My statement still stands.

Me: LOL!

We climbed down the bleachers, lots of people funneling out. Chyanne and Sandy were far from us.
"Okay, next time we watch a football you have to watch the refs." I said. I like Mystery Girl's idea.
"What?" Greg looked at me weird.
"Hear me out. Watch them watch the game and how many shitty calls they make. It's like side line comedy." Danny pondered this thought.
"I could see it." Greg said for him and I'm assuming Danny as he nodded his head.
"Where'd you get the idea?" I cleared my throat. "Mystery Girl!" Danny enthusiastically clapped his hands. "I knew it, no idea like that could come from you! But the fact that this girl said it. I'm sold on her!" I shook my head. Thoughts of Mystery Girl floated in my head but I couldn't shake the smell of Chy.