stuck, kosta kecmanovic.

1.1

Today was my first day. I was an exchange student from America, and I was super excited to meet new people. Walking through the halls, I could already tell the students here were super friendly, which added onto my excitement. I walked into my class on time while everyone chatted. I looked around for an open seat and found one next to a boy who was the only one in the class not conversing. He made eye contact with me and tapped the seat next to him. I smiled and sat down.

"What's your name?" I said, after placing my backpack around my chair. He avoided eye contact. He had really nice hair and beautiful brown eyes.

"Kosta Kecmanović." The boy said, still not making eye contact. His voice wasn't too deep. He almost didn't sound his age. "And you're Yajaira, yeah?" He added.

"Yeah—How'd you know?" I asked. I was confused because I hadn't introduced myself to anybody yet.

"The teacher told us we were getting a new student." He said quietly. It was hard to hear him on top of all of the chatter from the other students. His voice was really low, but it was cute. I noticed him looking at me in the corner of my eye while I wasn't looking, and when I looked at him he'd look away and cover his face.

"Hi, are you new?" Says a boy's voice coming from behind me. Me and Kosta both turn around to see a wide smiling boy with dirty blonde hair. Kosta looked at the boy and then turned away.

"Hi, yes, my name is Yajaira," I said, reaching my hand out hoping for a handshake, "what's your name?"

"Andrija Cikic," he says, shaking my hand, "very nice to meet you, Yajaira!" His sleeve pulled back as I shook his hand, revealing his black smart-watch.

"Cool watch!" I said, adding on to the conversation. Kosta turned his head towards me and eavesdropped our short lasting conversation.

"Thank you, Yajaira," he said, adjusting his smartwatch, "I'll see you around!"

I smiled and waved as he walked away, and then turned my attention back to Kosta. He looked away avoiding eye contact. I could already tell he was a shy, quiet person.

"So Kosta," I said, starting conversation to our awkward silence, "what do you like to do in your free time?"

He looked back at me and finally made eye contact, but this time he turned his body toward me. "I really like mathematics," he says, playing with his fingers, then looking down at them, "I'm pretty good at it. I have really good grades, actually."

I smile and nodded. He was adorable and interesting. I cherish his shyness. He stopped playing with his fingers and looked back up at me.

"What about you?" He says, entertaining the conversation, resting his head on his palm with support of his elbow, "what do you like to do?"

>Kosta's pov<

"I like to play soccer, but..." she explains, though I stopped listening because I was so lost in her eyes. She rested her face on her palm, like I did and I immediately started blushing. I almost folded. I quickly turned away, and she noticed I stopped looking into her eyes. "Kosta?" She says, snapping me back into reality, "you okay?"

"I'm sorry." I said, blushing embarrassingly, "I'm just... awkward." I blurt out. What is wrong with me? Why would I say something so stupid?