I Think It's Me Not You....No It's You, For Reals

"That's crap" I say as I see walking into class. Your bronze skin glistens when the sun hits it. It sparkles, but not like a vampire, more like it was all your doing. You look at me with curious eyes as my jaw drops, I think I was looking pretty foolish to you by now, yet you never looked away for a second. You studied my features as I try, but can't look away. You have a certain ambiance about you, that captivated me last year. Now that I see you in the hallways, you still radiate more than my highliter pink pants, that I was told could be the second sun. So be glad that you still shine, even if it's just to me.