Awkward obsession

Eventful day

I wasn't expecting anything interesting to ever happen in my life. Quite honestly something about me seems to repel anything unorthodox or notable in any way, so an interesting experience at school wasn't something I would ever expect... but then I met him.

I arrived at school on this specific Tuesday morning with my usual air of anxiety.

School stresses me out, which I doubt is uncommon, and when I'm there I become aware of myself to a level I wouldn't think was possible.

When I'm walking through those suffocating hallways there's something that brings my mind to how I'm walking, how I'm breathing, and even the exact way my face is positioned down to each exact cell.

Of course I'm exaggerating when I say that but it's really how it seems.

I was passing around the corner of the hall towards the doorway of my first class. Geography. How I loathe it.

I didn't have any friends in this class which only intensified my hatred to be there, but at the very least I didn't have to try to talk to anyone so early while I was barely even alive.

I had a table to myself in the middle right side of the classroom which has space for two people so at least I had the area for myself.

That is, until this day.

I sat down with my usual quiet sigh as the beginnings of a headache crept into my nerves. God this class makes me physically and mentally ill.

As I was slowly removing my notebook and other belongings necessary for this class, I could hear the rest of the seats filling up with my classmates.

As it seemed the teacher was soon to begin, a chair was hesitantly pulled out from beside me. Oh no.

"Is it alright if I sit here?"

I looked up to lock eyes with a brown haired boy with black glasses staring down at me. I didn't recognize him, maybe he was new.

I quickly glanced around the room and saw that there were no other completely empty tables. I had nothing against him but this was early enough that being near anyone would really try my mental durability.

"Yeah for sure." I said back, flashing a slight smile, as much as I could manage at the moment.

As much as I'd rather be alone in the mornings, I would hate to make him feel as though he'd inconvenienced me, given that he really had no option to sit on his own.

We sat quietly, waiting for Ms. Davey to explain whatever assignment we would be forced to endure that day.

As she started to speak I could feel my body tensing. I wasn't very comfortable meeting new people and I am usually prone to a lot of awkwardness just being near someone I don't know.

I noticed right away that he smelled oddly nice. It wasn't the smell of cologne, but more a light scent, correspondent to the smell of the breeze in early spring and maybe a bit of cinnamon.

After shifting in my seat a few times I decided to tune into whatever the teacher was saying.

"So for this project you're going to need to be in a group of two or three. You'll have the rest of the week to complete it, including the weekend. I'll begin marking on Monday."