How I found him

Him.

After our brief meeting, I couldn't stop thinking about Sam. About his eyes. About his smile. About his hair. About him. In general. I floated over to my dance classroom for first period, and I started immediately planning. "The bell rings in...three minutes" I quietly murmured to myself. Just enough time to get ready for dance. I quickly slipped out of my clothes and put on my PE uniform. I headed into the gym and looked around. There were about 15 other people there already, with the bell ringing just about....now. "DING DING DING" . The bell was always unnecessarily loud. Despite this I walked in and stretched a little but my mind kept on wondering back to Sam. I couldn't even tell WHY I liked him. I mean plenty of guys had liked me, but this felt...different. I actually liked him. And not in a middle schooly way. I liked him. For real. I plunged down and grabbed my toes to stretch.. I heard someone walk behind me and whistle. I jerked my head back, furious. I mean is it really okay so do that? But as I turned the only thing I saw was a glimpse of Sam's back. And I think I heard him chuckling.