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About mystreetchic

Hello! My name is Natalie, a 20 year old whose had an interest in beauty and fashion ever since she can remember. I don't know why it never occurred to me to create a blog before, because I love writing, I love fashion, so why didn't I just go *claps hands* and put them together? I'm going to write about a number of things-- to put it blatantly, whatever I have thought on or feel like talking about. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy doing this.

Troubling’ Trolls

We need to talk about social anxiety and having a YouTube channel not being related.

They aren’t related.

Stop expecting someone who has a YouTube channel, 12 million subscribers for instance, or someone who’s simply more comfortable talking to a camera than actual people, to be outgoing.

Look, not everyone that has the guts to make jokes and be themselves in front of no one but an electronic device is THAT comfortable with themselves OUTSIDE of that frame.

This isn’t the typical “their human, gosh guys get off their case” scenario either, this is me addressing something I’ve been wanting to for a long long time.

Social anxiety doesn’t influence talking to a camera.

It’s easy to be oneself on camera because of the lack of judgement, the ability to cut out all the awkward or unneeded moments, and it’s an odd but fun thing to do.

When surrounded by people, for someone with social anxiety or someone that knows what it’s like to have a panic attack and fears those moments in a crowd or even family event, for instance, it’s not easy.

Me, sitting in a classroom = Enormously different than me making funny lip-synching videos on snapchat or a YouTube video.

I’m in no way a big influence, at least in my videos but for those that are I see comments like:

“‘I have social anxiety’
Communicates with 12M followers every week. Lol”
or
“She’s 27 years old, what is she doing talking about anxiety and panic attacks it’s gotten old” when she literally seemed to begin the understanding for many on these feelings that are so so hard to describe to someone who’s never experienced one.
or
“Omg, she’s so clearly never had social anxiety, she’s been to a club. She goes to clubs.”
For all that person knows, they could’ve only gone 3 times in their life, and what should it matter? They’re stepping out of their comfort zone, maybe they just wanted to dance, or maybe that’s not a situation that would bring on anxiety when with a person or two they trust.
I myself have received “You’re so different in class, why are you so shy and quiet yet in front of a camera you’re the complete opposite,” more than once we’ll just say as I trace it back in my mind as far as High School even.
I can’t explain why when I’m in front of a camera, or on a stage it’s easier for me to be myself. All I know is that I’m most comfortable there.
Is it awkward if people can hear / see you speaking to a camera though? Hellllll yes.
But as you do it more and more it gets more comfortable. I’m working towards being more comfortable, not even for videos but simply for myself so that I don’t feel like I wasted a bunch of time being anxious in the future.
It’s silly, it’s absolutely and utterly silly why I need to explain the differences between social anxiety and putting ourself in front of a camera, yet it’s understandable.
I believe people that ask why it’s so dissimilar have good intentions, they’re simply curious. But it is most irritating when I’m scrolling through Twitter, YouTube, or spoken to at a family event with people saying mean things about me or others. It absolutely dumbfounds me. People are happy and making steps towards just loving their life, yet are scrutinized for “dwelling” on something they can’t control?
Mind boggling.
Being told “it’s so weird to see you like that on snapchat” or “I didn’t know you could do that” (obviously, this one isn’t as bad because sometimes it truly does feel like I’m Hannah Montana or something- god I sound conceited- I promise, I’m shit) from people that rarely see you, let alone your fun side is painful. But it’s an eye-opener. For them.
Because I, as well as everyone else that battles social anxiety along with the love for their creative, goofy, and in search for fun sides already know it seems odd. Thus, why it helps to speak to a camera.
If a video is posted by a YouTuber, Instagrammer, Snap Chatter, what have you, there’s always the choice on whether or not to read the comments and / or delete the content you put out.
Obviously, it’s nice to be aware or whether or not you offended anyone and it’s important to give an explanation if so, especially quickly, but that’s not due to someone being a horrible person all the time. Sometimes it’s a one-time thing or there is more to a story than someone that glances at it, or half listens to it knows.
Social anxiety and being well-spoken in front of a camera is not being fake, nor is it an invitation for arguments and pity – it’s just two different universes with one human being in common.
Please treat everyone with kindness, especially when it’s hard to understand them.
Love,
Nat
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Turn Up The Heat

Lets go through the bullshit I’ve had to deal with:

  1. Roommate is mad at me of course for turning off the heat last night, understandable; it was cold. Then chooses to act innocent saying “I wasn’t upset, you got out of the car upset.”
  2. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T UPSET YOU LITERALLY BARKED AT ME OUT OF NOWHERE
  3. I put a note by the thermostat saying “let’s talk later about why I turned it off at Midnight”… this was days ago so yes, a talk should’ve happened sooner but because she’s been so busy with an assignment and I’ve simply been busy over the last few days myself just on campus we haven’t been able to.
  4. Why is the damn door to the closet always open, that fucking annoys the shit out of me.
  5. I have given you numerous back-ups when it comes to family talking about you being mean and horrible when it came to freshman year living with a Distant- and I mean distant from MY family- family friend.
  6. Bring her up all you want, I did too because I thought it’d be fun to joke about once in a while, stupid things that happened before when they lived together.
  7. AND YOU DARE BRING HER UP AND PRACTICALLY COMPARE HER TO ME WHEN YOU KNOW GODDAMN WELL WE ARE TWO COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ENDS OF THE SPECTRUM IN TERMS OF INCOME AND MANNER.
  8. I’m so floored, I can’t speak about this anymore.

I’m not over here looking for WWIII, but it constantly feels like she want’s to instigate it with me.

You’d think someone would be able to recognize when they come off harshly, and constantly too. Not a one time thing, but excessively.

We finally get to a good place, I was helping her with a project I was reluctant to do in the first place, but thought “no, i need to because she needs the help this time” only to be yelled at within 5 minutes of the second day that I wasn’t doing what I had done before that not only she liked, but her teacher liked. I don’t take well to being yelled at, hearing yelling, anything of the sort. And I mean hardcore, not some little argument. I’ll tell you what, it felt like she was piercing me through the heart on the second day of her project and it definitely felt like that again tonight.

I shouldn’t be so surprised every time, yet I still am.

Natural Nerd 

Yes, It’s true. I’m a nerd. I’m as nerdy as they get. 

I was a nerd before I even realized people thought I was… wait. That doesn’t make any sense. 

I am a nerd, and I’ve been told this. Sometimes by people teasing me, time’s I’d like to think were because they thought I was cute but then I look back at my actual little self and think “no, you’re just a nerd and were never aware of How Much.”

And there’s been a couple times where people have mentioned it but not in a kind way… I push those to the back of my thought vault. 

It didn’t bother me until I kept hearing it, and hearing it, and hearing it, and hearing it. 
But then I saw this quote that says “I may be a nerd, but one day I’’ll be your boss.” And I thought: Yeah, that fits. 

💖 Things I’m definitely Geeky about:

Taylor Swift 

Doctor Who 

Star Wars (Since about 2015 where I went to see Star Wars with a guy I was dating) 

YouTuber

“Old-school” video games like Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, Sims, Nintendogs if you consider those old school. 

Ellen

EXO the Kpop group

Anime, really cute anime stories. 

Books. Yes, Books. I LOVE Books. When I was 12 I would read a book a day.

💖Things that qualify me for nerd status: 

<3I have written a fan fiction. One. Single. Not plural. 
I have crushed on a guy that doesn’t know I exist 
Guys in suspenders are cute to me, weird thing to mention but I kinda associate suspenders with either old school dressing or nerds… and If a guy wears those with a Bowtie… hell yes, sign me up
Gym in school was my own personal HELL. 

Very Rarely can I pull off looking cool. But when I do, I’m on it. 

Sometimes I’d carry this mini dictionary with me to class, one day I couldn’t find it so I took the big one instead, which is still huge to me now to this day. 

Lar– actually no, I’ve never Larped. Or cosplayed. But cosplaying would be fun. *raises eyebrow* 

Guess who loves cartoons and still watches them? This girl *points to self with thumbs*

And lastly, I’m a goof. Why? Because it’s fun. 
And I love laughing and making other people laugh ☺️
I’m just rather quiet sometimes when around people I don’t know or slightly know. 

Are you nerdy? If yes, lemme know because I need more of you in my life 🤓 

Love,

Nat 💜

Change In Criticism

“Do they think I’m funny? Does she think I’m fat? Do they think I’m dumb? Am I good/clever/cool enough (partially worded from some WikiHow thing I read)?”

STOP IT.

These thoughts are SO ANNOYING. If I had a dollar for every time I thought these when surrounded by a group of people who even so slightly intimidate me, I’d be able to get at least some aspects of my life together.

It’s the feeling of needing to change yourself to “fit in” with whoever it is your speaking to at the moment, or whoever it is your meeting for the first time, or whoever it is you feel this annoying need to be your “best self” (or what you feel people with be most accepting of) for.

It’s a loss, really.

There is NO being yourself all the time, forever.

There are different faces, and different versions of oneself for every situation.

The idea that everyone has a mold to fit into, or a role to play, is also infuriating.

The only piece of advice that seems to make sense is “be yourself,” but that doesn’t mean pick who you want to be and be that person all the time until the day you die.

It means, do what you want, say what you want, wear what you want, see who you want, because You want to, and You feel it is a necessary step in creating a life you feel most happy and yourself in.

If people didn’t change, if they always remained the same, if there was never even a change of simple eyeshadow for instance over the last 4 years, that would be boring. That would insinuate your always the same person.

But if You like that, if you say it’s what you enjoy on your face and you don’t want to change it because your happy with it… that would be a different story.

Because you’re doing what You want and sticking with what You love– not what someone expects.

There are people who like change, and are very open to it– and then there are people who aren’t a fan.

As we age, changes are made in our facial modes, the clothes we wear, the social aspects of our lives and so on… you mean to tell me nothing about you has changed? What about on the inside?

No one is inept to change, we’re all pretty used to it.

My Thoughts on Period Dramas

Why am I so in love with a world I’ve never known?

A world which was just introduced to me five years ago, has now become another feeling of home.

Though through fiction and film feels real nonetheless as the characters portray who I’ve come to love best; I still sit here and question why I cling to what I know best.

I connect with these characters in such a way that I have no clue of how to explain… the residing feeling of a world I might’ve known if I had simply taken a chance long ago.

Taken a chance on a story that could’ve also been my own, and not just read in a period drama from over 200 years old.

Maybe there’s still a chance, although it’s grown a bit old.

aghhhhh

 

Funny Story

Today when I got on the bus, sat down, turned on Taylor Swift music until I reached my bus stop…. someone sat behind me.

This someone looked almost identical to Ed Sheeran.

Don’t get excited, it wasn’t Ed Sheeran.

It goes like this:

I sit, I listen, I get tapped on the shoulder, turn around and get asked if it was the ______ route.

I say “yes, it is. I know I used to think that too but then I realized there’s a little green sign in the front of the bus that says ____ route.” I hope I din’t sound like a bitch. But then again, he did say “sorry” at some point during the conversation so maybe I just need to accept I have that facial expression.

Instantly thought when I turned around “wow, he looks sort of like Ed Sheeran.”

Guess what?

Ed Sheeran played here tonight. Legit had a concert I completely forgot about, even though I’ve been non-stop talking about it for a couple weeks now.

Guess I was too consumed in homework and the fact that some guy that looks like Ed Sheeran was sat behind me, to notice it was the exact day that Ed Sheeran was playing in my city.

Realized this hours later, laughed, then questioned it, then thought why the hell would that have been him?

Could you imagine if it was really him though?

It wasn’t — just to clarify again. But could you imagine?

Love,

Nat

 

Conquering Chloe: Chapter 3

**Beep Beep BeEp BeeP bEEp*

The alarm, painfully waking Chloe up—even though being an early bird on the regular—was simply too much today. It was Friday, the day she knew she’d spend later eating Twinkies and maltesers until she found something good to watch on Netflix. Kelsey was going out to a party, invited Chloe, but being the shy one she was, declined. Chloe preferred nights alone with twinkly lights, movies, maybe a book-especially when it rained—and chicken nuggets from McDonalds. It was looking to be one of those nights—and Chloe was excited. Rubbing her eyes, she rolled to the left a little too far and fell out of bed pulling the sheets with her.

“Well that’s a great start to the day” she muttered under her breath.

Standing up, she went to her closet looking right at her reflection in the mirrored doors. Tugging at her brown hair which looked thrillingly atrocious she crunched up her face to make herself laugh as she pulled goofy faces. Giving a minute of thought to if what she was doing was weird, she stared at her reflection, then ended the moment with a stuck out tongue and rolled eyes. Spotify list was instantly begun before she took the usual shower and did her makeup. Once she got to the wing of the right eye she heard a *clank* outside her window, curiously she moved her feet to the side of the window to peer out into what was the sun rising—her favorite part of waking up. Smiling to herself she looked around finding nothing. Weird.

***********************

“I’m thinking of wearing the red lace shirt with my white jeans and heels maybe, but not tall ones because those will give off the wrong idea” Kelsey went on about her outfit for tonight.

“Yeah, that’d be cute” I said spooning yogurt into my mouth.

“I wish you were coming though—why don’t you ever? Doesn’t it ever get boring siting by yourself?” Paige, another one of Kelsey’s “friends” asked honestly.

Kelsey just shot her a look.

I accepted that I wasn’t destined to be a partier and that’s just who I was- it gave me way too much anxiety the idea of being stuck in a house with people crowding every inch of space, some crazy drunk while others crazy something else.

“Paige—it’s not that I don’t feel like I’ll fit in, it’s just that I don’t want to” which was a bold face lie even Kelsey knew.

“Okay” Paige said with a shrug as she got up to grab an apple on the other side of the cafeteria.

“Eh, she’s too much even for me today” Kelsey joked.

“She’s not horrible, I just wish she would Not judge me for something I can’t control.”

“Oh yes, your impossible need to be by yourself on a night when everyone else will be dancing and living their senior year to its peak” she said as she spun around the lunch chair flipping her hair into my face.

We both laughed.

“I highly doubt throwing up until my lungs cave in is living my life to its peak” I got out in time before I caught plaid shirt Hayden looking over me as he walked to the table to our left.

“I didn’t say ‘life,’ I said senior year.”

“Oh, correct me why don’t you” I said to her rolling my eyes with a goofy face, hearing a slight laugh only a table away.

*************

“No Hayden today” I thought as I passed his house, kicking a rock as I went.

* Kick*

oooo too to the left.

*Kick*

And now a little too far to the right

*Kick*

Why am I playing with a rock?

*Kick kick*

that barley moved…

*kick KICK*

I threw my hands over my mouth because I knew that was either going to hit someone walking or with any luck land in someone’s yard.

It didn’t end up being the latter.

“OW?” my neighbor a few doors down questioned with a puzzled look on her face.

She was old, it had only just missed her ankle, I felt she was being too dramatic yet I still responded with:

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! Can I get you anything?”

“What’s your name??” she demanded.

“Chloe…” I replied nervously.

“Courtney, you could’ve broken my leg. Now do you think that’s any way to treat— “

“No… I… it’s Chloe by the way, and” was all I could say before getting the look of death from her and an unexpected visit from yet another neighbor.

“Hi Mrs. Myrtle, are you alright?” a voice came from a distance too close for comfort. I didn’t even have to turn around to notice him, he was like a looming shadow. And all of a sudden it was as if I had completely vanished.

“Oh Hayden, I was just telling your Dad how much I loved the cake he brought over the other day on the phone,” she smiled gracefully.

“I’m glad, he was hoping you’d like the almonds on top too because the plain cinnamon apple one was getting too boring to him,” Hayden so casually says as if the details of the almonds didn’t shock me enough.

“Awee, no. I didn’t like it. I loved it. Any time you want to bring one over we’d be happy to try it.”

“That’s nice to hear, I’ll mention that to him. Well, I sort of need to get going, I promised this one we’d get her home before 3 because she has to get back for Days of Our Lives, just can’t miss that” he said in the most smug way.

“Oh, I love that—” she stopped as she remembered who I was and stared through my soul.

We walked away fast, but not enough to seem like assholes. She of course still smiled at Hayden before turning around to check her mail again.

“What a guy” I heard in the distance while I just puked a little in my mouth. Oh, if only she knew.

Rounding the corner to my house Hayden broke the ever-present silence with a “I saved you.”

I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“You saved me? You bragged about cake and pretended I’m into daytime television, why would I thank you for that?”

“I didn’t say you had to thank me.” He smirked.

It’s kind of like the time when you fell off your bike because your dad took off your training wheels and Mrs. Myrtle told off your father until I came and said “we all have to learn some time.”

“I haven’t ridden a bike since,” I laughed while remembering that moment but not him.

“That was you?” I turned to look at him. He was taller than I thought, standing next to me was so much different than sitting.

“Yeah,” he said looking down. “Guess you forgot, ow” he playfully put his hand over his heart.

“You can’t be serious right now” I giggled looking to my left at the other side of the street at the distance we should be right now.

Reaching the end of my driveway, we stopped; I watched a few leaves fall as he said “to thank me, you could just invite me over tonight to watch a movie, or would that be too forward.”

“You mean impossible?” I looked at him hiding my lips because otherwise I’d end him right then and there.

“I’m not that kind of girl” I went on as he waved his hands like he was stopping traffic.

“No, no, No, that is not what I meant, I literally only want to watch a movie. Or two, or five” he tagged on to ease the awkwardness I felt in my throat.

“Were you listening to my conversation earlier at lunch?”

“Why, yes I was Courtney” he said putting a finger under his nose as if it was some kind of disguise.

“Look, you don’t get to decide when, where, or what we watch, and you definitely don’t get to listen in on my conversations.”

“I’m just looking out for you, and today at lunch was because I was at the table ear-shot away, I can’t help what I hear” he said kindly.

I don’t know why I believed him, there had to be something else. But what?

“I get that you like being alone, I like it too, but sometimes it gets boring. And you can’t tell me you’re not bored sometimes” he said in an understanding tone.

I looked at the ground, hoping my hair would hide the blushing from embarrassment. It did get boring, but it wasn’t so bad. At least I didn’t have people like ____ 24/7 directing me who to talk to, what to do, or who to be with.

“I’ll let you come over, but I pick what we watch.”

Eyebrow Trauma :Once Upon A Time

“Excuse me, this doesn’t seem right” or “You made me look like chewbacca” would have been great responses to a lady who “fixed” my eyebrows once upon a time.

Instead, I said “Oh wow,” gave a nice smile, paid for the monstrosity on my face, and walked away.

Granted, I was 17 at the time and pretty new to the whole waxing eyebrows properly thing, and not just going to the corner place where they always seemed to be done exactly the same for every single person.

This time I was in a professional place. I had been there once before; I loved them I didn’t get red afterwards looking like I had a really awkward sunburn, it just went great.

And then I went back for a second time. Went to someone new because, well why not and experienced the worst eyebrow waxing of all time.

The thing is, there wasn’t even much waxing- it was more filling them in or drawing them in should I say.

My original thought after leaving was “wow this is different, maybe she was super new and I was practice” which I wish I had a warning with at least. So I kind of just went with it and didn’t go back to that specific place ever again.

When I say filled in, I mean seriously messed me up, I walked out of there and her coworkers literally had their mouths open it was so horrible.

The most cringe-worthy part of it is the whole time I was walking to where the group of gaspers were to pay for it I held my head high as if I wanted it to happen because I just KNEW she had to have been new or done it on purpose and I wasn’t going to become a laughing stock.

The worst part is, she was so nice so I was nice back, when I really should’ve been like:

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Cake Is Not A Crime

Yes, I’m going to eat the cake even though I may regret it later.

Why you ask?

Oh, just because today I asked myself why I should deprive myself of sweets and I couldn’t come up with much of an answer besides not wanting to make snacking a massive habit.

When did it all become about numbers; how many pieces of cake, how many slices of pizza, how pieces out of the massive box of goldfish I bought at Target…

As long as I know what I’m doing, I don’t hold myself to absurd standards like exercising every single day for two hours (not that I’m the person to ask about working out) or eating ONLY organic food and little sugar or calories-what have you- I’ll be alright.

I eat for myself.

I eat for the pure happiness of it, and I eat when I’m hungry, not when I’m bored.

Okay, that’s a bold lie, sometimes when I’m bored and its just been one of those days with endless movies, then yes I will without a doubt.

But other than that I try to balance the healthy foods with the not so healthy foods… it’s really all anyone can do.

So I say, eat the cake. Life’s too short. Worry about the silly things later.

Love,

Nat ❤

 

 

Conquering Chloe: Chapter 2

Chapter 2

“Why- what…” this boy just…he just walked out and–

“Chloe?” asked an older voice a flight above me.

All I could do was stand with a confused look on my face, with my back turned towards them wondering whether or not I should ask t-shirt guy what his deal was, but I stayed.

“Chloe, you know class is starting in,” she glanced at her watch as if she didn’t already know, “about ten seconds.”

“I’m sorry miss Martin I was just…”

“No need to explain just get on up there” she said with a wink and definitely not a space for me to say anything more.

I ran practically, to room 207 where I saw Kels for the first time since we spoke over the phone as she struggled to keep her eyes open until she saw me frantically sit in my chair—past the bell.

Immediately I felt a light smack in my back from a crumpled up paper that I knew belonged to the sleep deprived wild child.

“Chloe, you’re never late what happened?” it read

“I don’t want to talk about it” I whispered loudly throwing it back to her.

“We don’t have to talk, we can write” she begged.

Nothing but silence from me until I caved and wrote back “I’m not taking any chances, plus writing notes is a decade old” I inked in, tossing it carelessly and realizing it didn’t get to the right hands until I got it back from none other than the boy who’s locker might’ve dented my forehead.

“I wouldn’t talk about it either, the mark on your forehead says it all” I read in messy handwriting I could recognize in a heartbeat.

Immediately I felt I was drowning in my own humiliation.

I glanced at Kels who had her mouth wide open and eyebrows furrowed.

“WHAT does it say” she mouthed with wide eyes.

I gave her the coldest stare, first she takes off in algebra, then lunch the other day, now she’s caused my insides to feel like they were melting because of her damn need to know about another embarrassing thing.

*****

“—Then he just rips open the note like its meant for him, as if everything I do is meant for him to catch…”

“What does that mean” questioned Kelsey.

“Nothing, just a figure of speech…” I trailed off focusing on picking up speed to get to my bus home. So pathetic, a senior who still takes the bus.

With a few seconds to spare I realized in the midst of replaying last classes nightmare, I thought of the boy in the white t-shirt.

He seemed unfamiliar at first, but maybe I did know him.

Kelsey could see my mind was elsewhere but didn’t pry too much, instead opting for “is there anything else on your mind.” Pretty much the most basic friendship question.

“No, not really.”

She didn’t believe me, I could see it in her mirrored expression of a fake grin as we both knew I had to go.

I sat closest to the window and stuck my head out calling to Kels to text me later.

As I turned back around I picked up my purple headphones and began listening to music, trying frantically to find something to relate to my mood, so I wouldn’t feel too alone at this moment.

*****

Stepping off the bus I started the 15 minute walk home, and as I turned the corner a shine caught my eye.

It was the keys of some guy, maybe a couple of years older hopping out of his car getting home from work—when I then realized another on the passenger side opening his door and climbing out.

Wow he has pretty hair from behind… and cool shoes… and… oh my god he’s turning around.

I look away as quickly as I can hoping with every fiber of my being he doesn’t recognize me, or at the very least think I was checking him out.

I walked as fast I could, as normally as I could past his house, trying my best to hide my annoyance. How had I not realized he lived in my neighborhood?

He didn’t have to catch me, he could’ve let me fall, it would’ve made sense too considering I had just banged my head against a locker about a minute before.

“Do you normally take the bus” I turn around to find Mr. curls checking the mail.

I stood in silence.

“Do you normally not speak?”

Once again, silence.

He shuts the mailbox with one hand while still looking at me.

“Look, I—“

“You just left, why did you just catch me and leave” I demanded to know, unsure of where that came from.

He stood shocked and began to open his mouth but I had a little more to say.

“I don’t know you, and I don’t plan on knowing you, but I what I do want to know is why didn’t you just let me fall?”

“Why would I do that? Because it’s a human reaction I guess, and I don’t want to just let my neighbor fall on her face.”

“We live a whole street away from each other.”

“Eh, that’s not so far.”

“Yeah, you’re right it’s not far enough” I said hostile.

“I think what you’re trying to say is thank you” he said back.

“What I’m trying to say is that I can handle myself thank you very much.”

“Oh, you’re welcome. But don’t forget you did walk into a locker before that—“

“So, you saw that too?” I questioned.

“I did—but it wasn’t bad, and it didn’t cause a lot of attention or looks.”

“Do looks matter to you?”

“No, not unless it’s you looking” he said as I felt my cheeks get warm remembering a minute ago..

“I wasn’t looking at you—it was your driver’s keychain that made me look.”

“Whatever works” he said with a slight smile.

I turned around and got about five feet away before I heard him say “I’m Hayden by the way.”

I kept walking, determined to get home and away from whatever was happening here; but his blue eyes stayed in my mind.