Our love is blind..

There he is..

Travis's POV:
Algebra, the class right before lunch. Half way through the day.

I am the 1st one in the classroom. That is shocking because normally sal is here before me. I wonder what he is doing.. probably being a fag with his friends.

Sal's POV:
I'm going to be late for algebra! "Shit, Larry I'm going to be late for math, I'll see you at lunch!"

"See ya Sally face." Larry says with a smile.

I really hope the bell hasn't rang yet, I was so caught up taking to Larry I completely forgot that I had another class.

Phew, I made it to class on time. As soon as I go to sit down, I see him, I hope he doesn't say anything to me.

Travis's POV:
There he is, Sal Fisher, the boy with Electric blue hair, A prosthetic face, a worn out dark grey sweater, and red pants with ripped knees.
He looks so frantic, probably because he was nearly late to class.

Sal's POV:
Crap, why is he looking at me; and why does he look happy? He is probably having a good day. He hardly has any bruises on him today, and all of his cuts from yesterday are gone. I think he is doing better today.

Travis's POV:
Half way through this class. Time seems to be going by so slow. I need to get my test done. I look back to see sal. I don't even know why I wanted to see him, but I did. I- is he asleep right now? I guess so. He looks so cute, his prosthetic is sliding off of his face, is hands running through his pigtails as he sleeps.
He looks so peaceful.

"Mr. fisher! Mr. fisher! Wake up."

Sal's POV:
I am awaken by the sound of my teachers voice..
"Huh, oh yeah? Sorry, I must have dozed off.."

"It's ok mr. fisher, but please try to stay awake, class is almost over." -Mrs. p

"Yeah sorry... after I finished the test I must have fallen asleep."

"It's alright dear, you passed the test as well."
-Mrs. P

Travis's POV:
What? He passed? He is so smart. Gosh, can he get any better? Shit. I'm day dreaming about him again..

"Mr. Phelps! Eyes on your own paper!" - Mrs. P

"He doesn't even have his te-"

Never mind, it isn't worth getting in trouble over.
The class is nearly over, and my heart is bursting with feelings. I need to express them, but it's wrong to feel the way I do... I guess I could write them down and give the note to sal. Yeah! That's what I'll do.