His brown eyes met mine. My heart was pounding in my chest.
"Ian you will be sitting next to Anthony," the teacher assigns me a seat. "Anthony can you raise your hand, so Mr. Hecox can easily find his seat?"
The boy that boy, whom I locked eyes with, slowly raises his hand above his head. I scamper over to the empty next to him.
I glance over at him. He wasn't even paying any mind to the teacher at all, instead he was sketching little drawings into a empty notebook page that's currently located right in front of him.
I haven't realized that I haven't payed any attention to the teacher myself, I slip back into the subject when the teachers says, "... And Ian and Anthony you'll be working together to make a dump."
Everyone instantly partnered up. For Anthony and I's project we decide to draw flies, poop, and gas masks. We think it's the funniest thing ever.
Some how that day me and Anthony clicked, for my personal assumptions I think we're close and I also- no scratch that I know that I am in love with him.
