Mac and Dusty Diaries

MAC:

So I was just working, dealing with some old hag who couldn’t get it through her thick skull that this isn’t a library and she can’t just borrow the stupid books, when I look up and see the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen just staring right at me. First I’m thinking maybe I’ve got leftover enchiladas pasted on my shirt, but no. Then I remembered that I’m all gothic boy, ‘cuz sometimes I forget. But pretty boy isn’t staring like I’m a freak, he’s staring like he’s trying to see right through me. His eyes are gray-green and so intense it burns. I feel like he’s just melted all my clothes off and spread me naked. It is surreal. I don’t know if I like it but it makes me burn. Literally. My skin is on fire, yeah?
So what do I do when the universe just offers me a gift like this? Me, being me, I scowl and start reshelving books. ‘Cuz he’s really not for me. No way. A whole crappy lifetime of crappiness tells me that he is not for me. Wouldn’t work.
So why can’t I stop thinking about him? About the way he bites the side of his bottom lip when he’s concentrating. About the way he tugs at his hair when he’s frustrated. Or the easy smile that just lights up his face whenever he figures something out.
He’s here with Cady. Cady is nice enough. Always in everyone’s business though. She’s strong and tough and sensitive and helpful and if I weren’t me I would probably like her.
I wonder if they’re together? I get the feeling pretty boy isn’t exactly on the straight and narrow but who knows? He could be bi. Though I’m sure the universe would think it was way more fun to mess with my head and have him be into guys. Just not me. No way.
Maybe?