I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate on my homework. But all I could think about was Sarah. Where was she at the moment? At home or with her boyfriend. What was she doing? I didn't want to think about that too deeply.
Sighing at the realisation of my lost cause, I closed the maths books in front of me. Tomorrow, I thought. I can't do it tonight.
I stood up and decided to call her.
I walked over to my bed and laid on it. I pulled out my phone and typed in Sarah's mobile number. I was unashamed to admit this was one of the few I knew off by heart.
The phone rang for a few times.
"Hello?" said an unfamiliar masculine voice.
Oh damn, it was her boyfriend.
"Uh, sorry - wrong number," I said. I hung up.
What a lame excuse.
You know, I wouldn't blame Sarah for rejecting me because I was pathetic. I was such a dreamer to think she could even consider dating me. She was way out of my league.
"Oh Sarah," I moaned, burying my face in my hands. "I'm an idiot."
But I wasn't. She was just ... too attractive. And I don't mean physically. There's is no way you can mean that physically when you're talking about Sarah. It's just ... so contrasting to what she believes in that she'd slate you for it. Well, perhaps not slate you. Lecture you. And try to say something good about you in the process.
Sarah was a rare gem.
I won't expand because you know what I think of her. If you don't, you're stupid or you haven't been paying attention.
Who am I even talking to?
I'm going crazy in my despair.
Oh, I hope she's not with the wrong guy.
I hope the guy is profound.
I hope he treats her right.
Actually, I hope that he's terrible and she dumps him.
But, at the same time, I don't want her to get hurt. I'm not that selfish.