"Hey, Kayla" - I hear someone call my name. I retreat to perceive Aaron Ramos in my vision line. You probably won't know him if you don't go to my school. But if you do and state you never know him, you are an ant living under the rocks. No doubt because he is the most renowned person on campus. With his perfect (no, really, don't start off your nobody-is-perfect-lesson, he really is perfect) look, he can have any heart he wants. He's the kind of typical golden boy you may spot in a Hollywood movie, with a Greek God face (even though he's of Spanish and Scottish descent), awesome healthy tan, six-packs undercover and a crazy aptitude of soccer. If I am not being descriptive enough, just look at Chase Crawford, he's that pretty, only with brown hair and smokey muggy eyes. Every girl in my school, possibly in California or even in the whole States craves for his company. If he dates anyone, she expectantly has to be that flawless like a Victoria Secret's model.

My crush on him initiated the exact moment he stepped into my English class two years ago, when we were both freshmen. But he never seemed to notice me. Maybe he did one time, when I walked into English with my plaid skirt ripped right up to my thighs so I had to tied it in knots but still it showed enough skin for people to pick on me. That doesn't count as once in a lifetime did he lay eyes on me.

After that earth-shattering fiasco, I and skirts were officially over. Beside that Uglyson name, all the boys in my school labelled me, now they were blissful enough to have another name for me: StripeStripper. For someone, in some specific case, it maybe a more like complimenting name, which translates right into that person being sexy and seductive. But in my very own state, that's just a name to remind everyone of that calamity that happened to me. And they sure had some good laugh with it. 

So it's a shocking thing, which probably could be certified as the most shocking news in this whole universe, even more shocking than when they find out  some traces that prove there are aliens on Earth, that he is calling my name and waving his right hand to catch my intention now. I stop right in my track. Is he actually trying to catch my eyes, the precise same thing I tried to do in successively two years before my transformation but never succeeded? Wait, I just forgot I was pretty now. I myself am the Golden Girl. I am stunning and attractive. I am BFF of Brad Kelly, the international rock star. I am wearing Burberry from top to toe. My hair is perfectly straight, not frizzy anymore. I am British-lady-like. I should be the magnetic one right now. My Mom tells me that. Everybody tells me that. Boys must have been hitting on me for some reasons. I'll have to remind myself that from now on.

"How are you doing, Kay?" - He approaches me, now standing as closely as never. His biceps poke out of the bottom of his short sleeve. I urge myself not to touch them. 

"Fine, I guess" - I raise my voice, more like squeak. I mean he calls me Kay, instead of Kayla. That's a huge development for me. When someone calls you for short, they actually consider you a close person to them. I love to think of the two syllable word: girlfriend. After 2 years of existing in total darkness, you step out and shine and catch the eyes of you lifelong crush. How magical! 

"What classes are you taking this year?" - He tilts his head a little to make eye contact with me. 

I pretend to look down at my printed schedule so I am not looking directly into those smoky grey eyes of his. Even acknowledging that I am beautiful doesn't change the fact that I am still a reserved girl at heart who might have a heart attack when her crush talks to her. 

"Hmm... Calculus, Advanced English, American History, Chinese and Gym" - I replied softly while inside, my heart is hammering. I feel like I am needing oxygen in a minute if he keeps asking me some more questions.

"You take Chinese?" - He asked incredulously, showing his appeal. 

"Yeah. I'm forced to. My Mom keeps telling how important it is to know a second language and Chinese seems domineering recently" - I tried not to sound shaky or he will know for sure he managed to seduce me. 

"I'm taking Spanish. That's what half my family speaks so it'd be much easier for me to ace it" - He grins. Now I'm looking at him. He's gorgeous, even way more attractive that an actor on the silver screen. Saggy dark hazelnut hair and killer eyes may kill the attraction of baby-like cheeks on anyone, but on him, they seem to be compromising and complementary so he's half hot and half cute, the kind of beauty that is irresistible. 

"I'd love to take Spanish since it's the most romantic language on Earth. But my mother's pretty manipulative. It's not a good thing to dissent with what she tells you to do" 

"I understand. But hey, we both take gym. Which class are you in? We should be in the same class" - He say jokingly, his eyes twinkle with humor. 

"Here it says G06 with Teacher Amanda Loving. Every eighth period, every Friday" - I read my schedule out loud and lift my head to see him.

"Hey, I take that class too. Woo, what a sweet coincidence. " - He seems actually happy knowing we're seeing each other every week in gym class. At least. 

"Yeah" - I said shortly, still too shy to say anything else. I should practice my confidence now that I'm a charming person. I hope he doesn't notice me blushing. If you are hearing me, God, please make him think it's the magical work of MAC blushing powder. 

The silence lingers on until he broke it with a whisper, subtle enough to tickle my ear and make chills running up and down my spine. Hmm, he smells good, really good , like fresh mint, cool, soft and healing. "I'll see you in Gym". And he strolled away, left me breathless in the exact position I was minutes ago. I am love-stuck. My whole body erupts into a million tiny bubbles of happiness. I walked to Calculus with the hugest smile ever. Even Math equals happiness right now. Some confusing numbers won't be able to destroy this mood. If he, Aaron Ramos, loves me, really loves me and proposes right at this precise moment, I'll say yes and there we'll be, at Maldives for our very first honeymoon.