The first time you meet someone, you make eye contact. You smile, say hello. Should be simple, if you re anyone but me. The first time I met Dylan Reed, I found myself making eye contact with a different part of his body. You see, I m very good at being shy, not to mention extremely well-versed in rambling nonsense and, unfortunately, rather highly skilled at making a fool of myself in front of a guy I m attracted to.At the time, I knew nothing about him and thought none of what I said would matter since I d never speak to him again. Turns out, I was very wrong. He was the star wide receiver of the football team, one of the few players expected to make it into the NFL, and I ended up seeing him all over campus.I might have also propositioned him, run away from him, attacked him with a cooking utensil and uh, maybe I shouldn t tell you all of it. It s pretty normal stuff, things you d expect from me. Eventually, the time came when I couldn t hide anymore not that he d have let me even if I tried.Before now, he never knew I was secretly watching him. Now that we see each other every day, he knows when I have a hard time looking away. It doesn t help that I m not the most subtle person in the world either.He smiles at me and tells me he finds me fascinating because of my quirks. I can t even tell him that I think my heart beats differently whenever he s around.He thinks we re going to be best friends. I think I have a big thing for him, and the more I get to know him, the more I don t care that I m not allowed to be his friend, let alone fall for him.The thing is, that s exactly what I m doing what we re doing, I think.Falling.Hard.
