Only for you

Esmeray

I watch him walk towards the front of the class. I look at him for a second. He has brown, loose curly hair with what looks like an undercut, I can't fully tell but from I can see, it's an undercut. He has green eyes. A million dollar smile. One side of his mouth curves higher than the other. He has a freckle right under his right eye. I look closer, he also has a slit in his eyebrow on the left side. I hear the whispers and turn to look at my classmates. "He's so hot." "Wonder if he plays sports." "Think he's a virgin?" "The things I would let him do to me." Hes just a man. He's not special. I roll my eyes and turn to look back out the window. My escape from this stupid class and all these dumb people.

I hear Mr. Kurt tell him where to sit. I hear and feel him walk by but there's no reason to look at him. He has enough eyes following him. He doesn't need mine. I reach down below my chair and take out my binder for this class. I open it to the notes we were taking yesterday and pull out my pencil and lean against the back of my chair to pull out my phone. I text the group chat. Shouldn't have skipped Willow, you missed out on seeing the new kid. I watch Calista pull out her phone and type out her sentence. He's so hot!! Like he was shaped by the gods. He has mussels. Piercings. I bet he has a tattoo! Willow responds with just "Lol, oh well. He'll be there when I get back so whatever." Willow has always acted like what her name means. Free. She's always been free. She has a beautiful soul.

Mr. Kurt puts on the documentary about history around the world in different times periods. I take notes, unlike some other students do. Mr. Kurt likes to assign pop quizzes, on videos we watch so I take notes to study. Calista always takes pictures of my notes along with Willow. I feel eyes starting at the back of my head. I roll my eyes. Cant he look at the at someone else? I finally turn my head around and look at him. He just looks me. He leans back into his chair with his arm extended holding a pencil. After a few seconds, he finally shoots me a smile. I scoff and turn back around. He's cocky. I've never even had a conversation with him but I can just tell by how he presents himself. He's wants the attention, the compliments. No doubt in my mind by the end of the day, he'll make friends with all the other popular guys.

The bell rings concluding first period and signaling that it is time for second period. I grab my stuff and wait for Calista to get done packing up. She's smiles at me and grabs her stuff and we walk out of the class. Sadly, we don't have anymore classes together till lunch and one more after lunch. Luckily, Willow also has lunch with us. We walk through the crowded, noisy hallway. "So what did you think of him?" I look over to her to see her smiling softly at me.

Just another person in my first period class. I keep looking forward. "True but what else?" Cocky. I can tell by how he holds himself. I'm not giving her the answers she's looking for. "Do you think he's cute?" He is. He's handsome. I can't lie to myself. He's alright. I don't know. Seems like all the others guys that go here. "Let me just say. That man can hit it anytime." I roll my eyes and laugh slightly. Let me know how that goes. "Oh you know I will!" We walk a little more ahead to Calista's next class which is math, whereas mine is chemistry. "Bye babe. I'll see you at lunch." Bye. Once she leaves. I pull out my headphones and play my playlist while walking to chem. I walk through the doors and walk to the back of the class where my table is. We have lab tables that we use instead of desks. I've had the amazing opportunity as to sitting by myself. I pull out my stool and and pull out my phone and scroll through social media just liking people's posts. I look up towards the board and look at what today's lesson will be, but the teacher hasn't written it up yet. I yawn and watch as people fill into the room talking with one another and wave at a few people that i'm semi friends with. I've know everyone in this class since Middle school. No one is new to me. They are all old. I know some of their stories. Like Natalee in the front row, Straight A student all through middle school than as 9th grade was coming to and end, she became a stoner and barely passing her classes. Than there is Robert, known for playing with girls hearts and sending his ex-girlfriends nudes around the school because she found out he cheated on her and broke up with him.

I like observing people. Maybe it's weird. But that's how I get to know them better without talking. I watch their emotions change by the second, by the minute. I look at their outfits throughout the weeks. Seeing what style they choose to wear. I look towards the clock that is over the door and see that the bell is about to ring and take my headphones out and place them into my computer bag. I rest my head on my hand and start doodling on the desk. The teacher doesn't mind. She likes my art. I like to draw, i'm good at it. At least that's what I'm told. I only draw in pencil so as soon as I rub my finger against it, it's gone. Sometimes I leave it there so Ms. Ray and see it. Ms. Ray was once married but divorced her husband when she realized that she wasn't into men anymore. That's what she told me anyways. Ms. Ray, is a family friend. Grew up with my mother. Lora is her first name, but I don't call her by her first name at school. Not respectful. I look towards the front and seeing something moving in the corner of my eye. More like someone.

So, he's in my second period as well. I quickly look away and start doodling again. I can't hear Ms. Ray from all the way in the back but she's a laidback teacher. We don't have assigned seats but everyone sits at the same place everyday because that what we chose. Everyone knows not to take someone else's spot. There are only 3 tables open. One with me, Natalee, and Tommy. Tommy is a football player and dating the same girl since the start of freshman year. He's always been a nice guy. I keep my head down in hopes he doesn't choose my table. I doodle faster and harder onto the table. Please don't sit here, please don't sit here, please!

"Hey. I'm Asher. It's nice to meet you."