Love Struck Idiot

You grumbled as you sat in the library, trying to read with all your might. Unfortunately, gorgeous blue eye's kept clogging up your mind. Attempting to rid the taunting eye's, you literally smacked your head earning unusual looks. "Ma'am! If you are going to do such thing's, I'm going to have to ask you to leave!" The librarian hissed.
"... Fine! This place was to loud anyway!" You growled, collecting your books before storming out.

As you shuffled home, you silently cursed the blonde cutie. Cutie? Where did that come from! He was no where near cute!.. Okay, maybe he was! It didn't mean you like him!.. Did it? No!.. Maybe... Growling, you ran a hand through your smooth hair. "There's no way I'm in love with that bastard! Even if I was... It's not like he'd notice..." You frowned.

Looking at your clenched free hand, you could almost hear his loud mouth. Shaking your head, you dismissed all thought's about the cocky male. There was no way you could be his girlfriend anyway. He was overwhelming at times, and some of the people he hung out with... You would be ripping your hair out!

Walking up the steps to your house, your eye's were caught by a heart shaped box with a little note attached. Picking it up, you read the name on the note before sucking your breath in. Quickly unlocking your door, you shut it as fast as you slipped in. Leaning on the closed door, you released the air you trapped. "Okay... Maybe that... Maybe that stupid American has won my heart... Good job, Alfred..."