Thoughts

"What the hell am I doing with my life?" Alex muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in his room. His fingers were linked together, hands behind his back, and his head was down, looking at his feet as he walked. All he could think about was the girl he had seen on the bus home from school. She had been dressed in rough-used, but fitting clothes that showed off her body well. He had never seen her before, but the moment she stepped onto the bus, he couldn't look away from her. He didn't know why, but he was immediately encapsulated by her.

She hadn't seemed to take any mind of him, however. He couldn't blame her. There was nothing special about him. He was just some nerd who couldn't stop staring, likely like so many before him, and so many after him. He didn't have anything to offer her. He wasn't anything special. If only he could stop thinking about her so much. He knew that nothing was going to come of it, so why couldn't he just stop?

Alex sighed and plopped himself down in a chair. He was supposed to have started his homework half an hour ago, but he just couldn't focus on it. That girl was too prominent in his mind for him to focus on anything else. Rubbing his forehead, he tried to settle down to it again, but he could barely even make out the questions sitting in front of him.

Alex looked out his window, inadvertently beginning to daydream. He could practically see the girl, scaling the wall of his house to appear in his window, knocking on the glass, asking if she could come in. Absentmindedly he nodded in response to the question this daydream was asking, and saw her smile at him, hooking her fingers under the glass to lift it up, opening the window so she could call through. Only when she thumped onto his floor did he realize she wasn't a dream.

"What the hell?" he cried out, jumping back in his chair and hitting his back against the desk. "What are you doing here? Why did you want to come into my room?"

The girl looked up at him, her head tilted, eyes clearly confused. "You said I could come in," she said. "Besides, you wanted me to come here. I could here it."

"Here it?" Alex asked. "But I... I didn't say anything. E-especially not to you." His voice began to stutter as the reality that this girl was in front of him started to settle in. "I-I couldn't. You... I... I mean, I just..."

The girl giggled and stood up, dusting herself off. "You're cute, Alex," she said, matter of factly.

"H-how do you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things about you, Alex. Your thoughts are very loud and clear. Not like a lot of other people."

"M-my thoughts? W-what are you talking about?" Alex could feel his face beginning to burn with a blush.

"Oh?" The girl asked, tilting her head again. "Oh, I thought you knew. I thought that was why you were thinking about me so much. I can hear your thoughts, Alex. I can hear everyone's thoughts. But yours are loud and clear. So much different from everyone else's. And I want to know why."

Alex couldn't find the words to respond to her with. He didn't know if he was more or less attracted to her now. "W-what's your name?" he asked.

The girl giggled and pushed her hair behind her ear. "I'm Alex."