I look around, who said that? Did somebody was talking to me?
"Im sorry If I interrupted you"
I turn around and a tall boy stand Infront of me.
I mumble: "Hi...no no you didn't I was just thinking. This seat is free"
He smiles and sits Infront of me.
"I wasn't sure if you heard me"
I feel how my face turns red and I just stare at his face. He has big brown eyes and brown hair. His hair looks fluffy and his eyes... starring directly in mine...
"Oh sorry did you say something?"
I mumble and I think I didn't heard what he was saying. I really need to socialise more this is a total mess.He laugs and says: "I didn't say something"
So...he was just staring at me like I stare at him.
Gosh.
I am so nervous for no reason. I don't even know his name.He puts out his food and I look down at mine.
"Is there something wrong with your food? Or why are you staring at your sandwich like it's your homework?"I laugh and look in his eyes and say: " No i was in my mind and I completely forgot it was there"
He laughs and smiles.
We start eating and stop talking. It is such an peaceful silence. Not that awkward one.After I finished my sandwich I ask him: "How is your food?"
I smile and look in his eyes.I. Just. Talked. At. Him.
I am so dramatic.
He nods and says: "It's delicious, do you want to have a bite?"I nod and he give me a piece of his bread. It tastes different than the things I ate before. It's sweet and salty.
"I like it what's that?"
He smiles and says: "I actually have no idea"
He laughs and smiles.Why does nobody told me how pretty a smile can be.
I could watch him the whole time."Is something wrong?"
Oh shit what happened now?"No nothing, sorry"
He laughs and drinks his juice.
The bell rings and my last period starts now.
I never thought there would be a break we're I am sad that it ends.
He smiles and goes away."Thank you for your seat"
Than he turn away.He was so kind. His last words, hopefully I will see him again. Or maybe not.
I have Arts now.
What if he is a new student? What if he is in my class? What if he doesn't like me? What if I never see him again.Why do I even care I don't even know his name. I am so dramatic for no reason.
I know this boy 10 minutes and I think about him more than I should. And I actually like it.
The old me would never say that...
But there is no old me.Probably I like the new me.
Or probably not.What if I said something wrong. What if I stare to much? What if he thinks I am creepy? What if...
My mind won't stop.
It.
Won't.
Stop.
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