Now, this is not to say I would ever act on it, because Mike is my boy. And because he would kill himself if I dumped him.
But, I have the biggest schoolgirl crush on a guy in my maths class. x3
He sits next to me and makes me laugh, and I miss maths notes and forgo doing my work because I'd rather draw the teacher as a dominatrix to make him laugh.
He sings Rocky Horror tunes under his breath. He wears fishnets.
He's got gorgeous hazel eyes and crazy hair. And a happy trail.
And his nose is like, perfect. Sheer divinity.
(I love noses. And he has this amazing nostril structure that is... *drool*)
I was practically swooning through class, because I kept mentally imaging me, grabbing him by the lapels of his coat, and laying a nasty-sexy smooch on him.
My nose rubbing sensually against his. Ohyeah.
After last Friday's class, I tried to convince myself all week that he wasn't as cute as I remembered, but I saw him today and I was all, "Oh hells YEAH he is! What the ******** were you doing, trying to sabotage that sexy? He's a walking sex god."
He makes me nervous. He makes me sweat. He makes me hot for quadratic equations.
Augh. I wish I was single.
I would take no prisoners on that boy.
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