Possibilities

Unexpected Smiles

When I finally pull up to school in my moms silver car, I reach to turn off the loud radio and glance at the clock which reads 6:54A.M. I look up, to find the football team pushing and teasing each other on the sidewalk like normal. They look like a pack of wolves that know they own their "territory". Behind them, the click of girls that are nice but don't seem to travel outside of their group. You know, every school has them.

I clutch my handbag that is full of books, essays, and what-not and grasp the heavy door to enter the building. I am not suprised. Blue lockers opened and shut, kids gossiping rumors, people yelling, students yammering on, teachers gathered around the corner, and more daily high school habitat observances. As I turn to turn the corner I accidently hit someone with my bag that is tightly held on my chest by my hands. Brett Dusting, captain of the football team, the most popular kid in my grade is the victim. He is very sweet, but can be cocky and obnoxious. Brett is in most of my classes but I don't know much about him. We both have a suprised look on our faces and my books fall to the floor due to our collision. I don't make eye contact with him, but he seems to have his locked on mine.

"Sorry," I state quickly, eyes on the floor.

"It's fine, haha." Brett laughs as he kneels down and helps me gather up my books. My tan notebook lies on the floor, titled "Original Songs". He notices. "You write your own songs?"

"Yeah," I say as I look up at him with a smile. Our eyes meet and his dimples grow with his cute smile. His blue eyes are so soft on mine and his brown hair falls on his forehead, perfectly in place. I look down for a second, breaking our glance. Focus Jess, I say to myself in my head.

"That's pretty cool, Jess." He mumbles. Brett Dusting knows my name? Did not expect that. Brett observes my notebook as I put the last of my things into my bag.

"Thanks, can I have it back?" I giggle, anxious to have our eyes meet again. He hands my notebook to me and our fingertips touch. I stuff my song book in my bag in a fast manner, smiling to myself.

"See you around?" He questions, as we both slowly make our way back to our feet.

"Sure," I smile.