Dysfunctional daydreams

hi

I sat in math class and as I loathed the teacher and his lesson plan created by Satan himself I couldn't help but notice that she was looking at me. It made me nervous, what was she doing looking at me? I doodled on the page and in my head the Arctic Monkeys song I wanna be yours played. I couldn't help but relate to it, I was tired of hiding myself from her, I wanted her, needed her. But she didn't want me. When the bell went off I was slow to put my things away, I felt frozen from her heavenly eyes looking down onto my unworthy skin. As she walked past my desk her scent wrapped around me filling me with the smell of something sweet and musky at the same time, oh how it filled me with happiness.

"Hey, let me get your number." I looked up, her messy hair falling around her face looked like paint dripping slowing down a canvas and I was dumbfounded by her request. I slowly came back to reality before quickly writing it out on the page I had just doodled on and ripped it off.

"May I ask why?" I asked handing it to her, her fingers brushing against mine and for a moment I was in pure nirvana. She smiled, my heart melted.
"Uh yeah I want to talk to you, you seem pretty interesting." She looked at the paper running her thumb over the numbers writen. She backed away then turned on her heel and walked out leaving me, and a very unhappy teacher, waiting for me to leave alone in the room. Quickly gathering my things I walked out the door and down the hall trying to figure out what had just happened. What about me was interesting? Did she wonder the same things about me as I did her? I took my phone out of my pocket and looked down at the screen like she had already messaged me and I knew the answer was no. I went home and isolated myself in my room and stared at the clock for hours on end. When my parents went to bed at 11 I pulled out a cigarette and placed my phone on my bed side table. As I stared at the smoke I couldn't help but think it was some cruel joke that fate had planned for me. At 11:15 I started losing hope, my fears were getting worse. 11:37 the screen came on and the ringtone filled my room. I picked it up and offered a small and questioning hello

"Hi." I quickly put out my cigarette and fell back onto my bed.

"Hi."

"It's not a bad time is it?" Her voice sounded the same on the phone and I smiled.

"No its the perfect time."