“Please hand your tests to the right.” The exam teacher says.
I look to my left, and to my surprise, it’s the hottie of the class: Asher Smith! Future hottie, actually. It’s only the first week of school and he doesn’t have friends so far-- which I find pretty amazing--, but I can tell he’s going to go far. Stealing my nerves, I quickly scribble down a quick greeting note on the side of my paper and pass it on to him. Hoping that he’ll read it.
Watching as his monotone face turns into a light grin, he looks at me with his gorgeous hazel eyes. If I were standing, I know that my legs would have turned into mashed potatoes. “Can I walk you to your next class?” I mouth even though we’re inches apart.
He nods.
“Cool.” I mouth back.
