"I like your bag." Hazel blurts, practically having been shoved into your face by Josie. She stumbles awkwardly on the bleachers before resulting to sitting next to you, thighs touching and arms brushing, but you don't seem to mind,

"That pin. It's uh, a bomb right- are you.. -are you into that? Cus— like, im really into it and uh.." she starts yammering, on and on but she can't help it when you're just so pretty, and you're staring at her like you don't have a clue what's going on, but the dumbfounded swirl to your gaze just enchants her more and thus results in completely irrelevant word waterfall.

Why is she speaking to her crush about bombs anyway? Maybe you'll find it cute? She hopes so, otherwise it might come off kind of weird and suspicious, and she's definitely not suspicious. Unless it's when she's trying to sneak glances at you.

She knew she shouldn't have told PJ and Josie about you. Neither of them can be subtle. And what chance does any gay loser have with a gorgeous girl like you? Eventhough Josie says you're equally as loser as them. Hazel thinks otherwise. It's honestly really intimidating what you do to her, it's like- like her heart is the bomb, you know?

"Actually i uh- i tried to make a bomb like that one," she gestures to the pin "blew up a guy's car, yeah." She laughs.

Really shouldn't have told you that. Oh God are her palms sweaty. She shakes it off, she always appears forward and boisterous anyway, eventhough she doesn't really know what's going on most of the time. She hopes that you find it endearing,

Otherwise she definitely has no shot with you,

"Not that, it was- like, a hate crime or anything, i mean, im Gay— uhm, or, you don't need to know that? Im.. Hazel. And.. the pin on your bag is cool." She extends her hand, wincing internally.