Well after finally escaping from the little scene in the hallway I barely got to art class in time. Luckily, being the "angel" I am, all my teachers love me. I could probably miss half of class and they wouldn't get upset at me or anything.
I couldn't really focus in art class at all, it was horrible. I just can't figure out why I saw those emotions in Andy's eyes.... I mean, I don't get it. I must've been seeing things. After all, I did run in to him, and he's like, rock solid. I probably got some sort of minor concussion! That's what I get for reading while walking I guess.
If only Mary had art this hour, she'd know what to say. She's so helpful all the time and honestly the bestest best friend ever. But I don't have any classes with her so I guess I'll just have to text her when I get home.
"Elizabeth?"
My head snaps up at the sound of someone calling my name. "Yes?"
"I've called your name five times now." Mrs.Joel says, looking slightly worried.
"Oh, I'm very sorry. I guess I got lost in thought while working on my drawing." (it's half true at least).
"That's ok dear, I'll just call on someone else." she says before asking a girl named Hannah whatever she was going to ask me.
What did I tell you? The teachers love me.
After finishing my drawing of Dean Winchester, you know like the hottest guy on the best tv show ever, and putting away my charcoal pencils the bell finally rang.
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Sitting in my seat in the back of my physics classroom, I get to thinking again about what happened with Andy this morning. That's when I realized...
he's in this class....
right next to me.....
dammit.
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