Perspectives.

Him

As I walk to class, I see her.

She's screaming with a few of her friends, hugging everyone she knows that passes her in the hallway.

Why does she have to be so goddamn loud?

I try to walk past her briskly, maybe she won't see me.

But of course—

"Hi!"

She looks at me with that gushy, wide smile.

I give her a quick nod, I don't want to be rude,

But god,

She is just so annoying.

The warning bell rings, and there comes a more immediate rush then before.

I turn right into the restroom to avoid the masses.

I take out a piece of gum from my pocket, toss it into my mouth, and walk out.

When I enter the classroom, there's only one seat open.

Right behind her.

Great.

I don't know why she makes me so irritated, maybe if she shut her mouth for one second—

I've never exchanged more than four words with her, but still.

The teacher begins to talk,

About dull things, like wars and massacres,

But I can't help being distracted by her playing with her hair.

It's all tangled. Did she even brush it this morning?

Whatever, it doesn't matter.

I just want to get my schoolwork done.

A few minutes later, however,

She drops her pencil.

How dull could you get?

It rolls close to my feet, so I bend to pick it up. I don't want to be rude, obviously.

But before i can,

That guy from my gym class does.

And as he hands it to her, their hands touching, he whispers something.

And it makes her laugh.

and i'm not exactly sure how to describe the feeling that shot through my stomach.

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