you always seem to be around when I do the stupidest of things like that one time at three in the morning I asked Katherine to roll on the ground with me down the hallway of our dorm and you happened to come up the stairs and I made eye contact with your California smile
and that one time I told Sarah I was going to diet until I reached my birth weight of six pounds, seven ounces and you overheard the conversation and awkwardly walked by
and that one time that I had a craptastic day and you happened to sit next to me in at dinner and a rock got caught in my Croc (why I was wearing these I don't know) and I accidentally fell while trying to get it out and you just took another sip of Diet Coke and left
and that one time that I for some cruel reason of fate decided to count the exit signs in the cafeteria like that was a brilliant idea and you happened to be on the other side of the door so I basically ran away only you followed me
look, I know you think that I was doing these things on purpose, even though your face is always blank and expressionless; I know on the inside you think I am the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. It has been exactly six days in a row of me doing the STUPIDEST **** and you always happen to be there, waiting for me to spill something, sing something, trip and tumble down the stairs for your own amusement? maybe so. or maybe I'm just clumsy.
and I also know that you probably think I have a massive crush on you, that I stalk you and wait for these opportunities to make myself look like a genuine freak just so you with your sun coast hair and your summertime lips will notice me.
but I don't.
I was just too bad to be a good girl and too good to be bad and you were just beautiful.