I quickly look back down at my notebook. Trying to busy myself and not get detracted by her beautiful, thick hair.
The teacher walks in and sits at his desk. He doesn't like calling role, so I don't have to worry about that anxiety.
I hate talking in front of people. Especially her. I'm afraid I'll screw up. I try and do my best not to embarrass myself in front of her but I keep falling flat on my face. Literally.
I don't know what this feeling is. Or what it means. I'm so confused.
Do I like her?
No. That's not possible.
I'm not Gay!
I don't like girls.
Or do I?
