The makeup remained from my day at work and I let my hair loose.I wandered off to the atrium for the carols. All went well.It was then I felt those ey...s over me. Standing tall, older for my age, lay Pete. I wouldn’t say I liked him. I felt so uneasy. I could sense his attention on me and try to grab a picture of me. I moved away.It went on day after day and we started messaging. Yes, he was flirting and oh “was I enjoying it”.It was then that we had an evening party. We drank. Pete, me and Nowy. Two years ago, Steve had to watch Marie almost every day go to this place, sometimes with a tear running down her cheek. It’s where she always escapes to when she has to get away from things. Steve never went in with her and he never talked about it. Because he knew exactly what was going on. Marie is a nice girl, but her feelings of insecurity and her unwillingness to fight back was like an invitation for bullying.The day that habit of hers came to an end is something he’ll probably never. Then there is the Sunday paper and a hot cup of coffee, sitting on the porch, the sun warming you with its rays, and the birds serenading with their songs. This had always been my idea of the perfect day.Today I realized that I had been wrong. Angela made the day perfect.It turned out that Angela loved Sundays almost as much as I did and we shared many of the same goals for a Sunday. Hers still involved studying, but that would come later in the day. Until then, we had some pastries I had. And like the first time with Paul my heart was pounding in my chest with anxiety hoping this guy Justin was going to be ok. I heard the door unlocking and the door opened and there stood a guy that was hotter than I expected. Of course its personal taste about what we all find hot but to me this guy was hot. He was about Six foot and was a real thin one hundred eighty five pounds with dark brown eyes and his head was shaved real short, not bald but real short. He was probably twenty five and.