Tears of a Teenage Girl

The pain of a missing comma

And that is why now a ripped up note is sitting in a school bin. And it is also why I couldn't concentrate through the whole of maths... and chemistry. At breaktime I hid in the toilets, I just really didn't want to see his face at all, or even just his fluffy hair, or his really nice hands... ARGHHHH why can't he just loveeee me. I thought I had done a successful job, and I did- when it came to avoiding Dylan in the morning but not someone arguably worse - Irritating Igor. I sit next to him in Computer Science. I knowwww. When I describe this boy as irritating, I really do mean it. The thing is computer science is not a particular strength of mine, but Igor, there I say it, is incredibly good. You will never catch me complimenting him to his face though. Each lesson follows the same template. Him making fun of me, me getting angry, him laughing at me more. I was expecting that at least. But weirdly enough... today was different, and I'm not too sure why... I know I was in a bad mood but I didn't expect him to act any different because of it. I sat down silently and he just looked at me. I turned to face him and he just looked away. The rest of the lesson was extremely awkward, it made me realise how our interactions in this class were always initiated by me but I did not dare to make a sound. I wasn't talking to anyone associated to that stupid idiot Dylan. I thought the hour would never pass, and that once it did it would be the first lesson we never talked, but then he said something. 

"It's not working because you forgot a comma there." as he pointed at my screen. 

A COMMA!!! ONE LACKING COMMA IS THE PROBLEM!

I wanted to scream and bash every computer in the IT room with my head but instead I just replied, "Oh... thanks". But his head turned to me again, "You ok?"

"Hm?"

"I was just.. Are you alright?"

"Oh! No yeah, yeah.. I'm fine"

His brown eyes pierced into mine, in hindsight I wasn't supposed to hold eye-contact but I couldn't help thinking how his eyes perfectly matched his hair. Now I'm wondering how he felt looking at my blues ones... Anyways, I think we both realised what was happening and at the same time, we dramatically looked away - it was like it was rehearsed. He didn't say a thing the rest of the lesson and I didn't either. After Spanish I was going to dash into the girls' toilets again but much to my despair Dylan caught me...