He looks at me funny..

Chapter 2- Throwing up butterflies

(A.N:- Hi guys, thank you SOOOO much for all the reads and amazing comments!! That's a picture of Mason.. and I hope you like this chapter.)

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mason's POV:

"Man I don't get what is up with this teacher. How does she ALREADY hate me?" Connor whined. " I think it's because we've only been back from break , what two hours and all you've done is scream at possibly everyone in our History classroom. Oh and let's not forget the paper balls you keep on throwing at her back." I explained. Connor has the attention span of a goldfish so I wasn't surprised when i turned around and he was throwing paper at Mrs. Jenkins' hunched back for the fourth time this lesson.

"Man she was brutal!"Connor complained. English was over, but before we could leave Connor had received a very brutal and loud lecture on his "shenanigans", her words not mine. We quickly made a pit stop at our lockers, to get our lunch. " Hey Mase, can I have some tissue? She spat ALL over me with her whole "stop living life and having fun" speech. I mean you could see her saliva all over our desks and even on the carpet. I doubt the janitor's going to be happy cleaning up that sticky mess!"He whined. Handing him a tissue, I grabbed his shoulder and headed to lunch.

Connor and I sat right in the middle with a couple of our other friends. You could say that we're kind of really loud and messy. I mean we had somehow managed to get pepperoni stuck on the roof, which happened to be a good 2 ft above our heads. Suddenly my table went quiet, "Hey Mase, look there's your latest obsession. We should probably warn Riley to lock all her windows because there's no stopping you is there? " laughed Connor. " Ok first of all I'm not obsessed, I just think she's.." They cut me off and monotonously said "really funny and pretty.. yeah you tell us this everyday! What we don't get is why you won't go talk to her". " I mean I have a plan for that. I don't want to freak her out to much. I mean I've liked her for almost 4 months and all that will go down the drain if I somehow manage to weird her out!"I cried. My friend Jessica started laughing and choked out "With the way you stare at her like all day, I think it's safe to say you've already managed to scare her." And with that the bell rang and I had never been more thankful to go to math in my entire life.

Today we were learning about Parabolas. I mean that's hard to say, imagine how difficult it is to solve. Math and I have never been on the best of terms. I somehow manage to pass the class every year and that's about it. Mr. Face had walked past me like 7 times to "subtly" check if my answers were even remotely correct. The only thing I had an answer to on the entire sheet was name. I have about five minutes to finish this double sided gift from hell, so I wrote down the first 20 numbers that came into my mind and gave it in. Not the best way to get an A, but it'll have to do. "Okay class, since there's five minutes left you can have some time to yourselves. Just don't be too loud." Mr. Face cautioned. I peered outside the window and lo and behold there was Riley. I mean how did she manage to show up everywhere. First in the morning, then in the cafeteria and now right below my math class.

This is so frustrating, how am I supposed to focus on anything else if she's dangling right in front of me. I loved the way the sun would highlight the variety of shades of brown in her hair. Or how the wind would gently mess up her hair and she would flick it away from her eyes. Or how she would never stand in one position too long. I guess I've liked Riley since Connor's party at the start of the year. There she was amidst all the drunken mess, just dancing with her friends. Singing along to whatever song would come on, not caring if she sounded like a dying whale. Riley was different, she wasn't dressed like every other girl in that room. She looked beautiful, yet reserved. She didn't need a thigh high dress to get attention, her personality was all she needed. Maybe it was her incredible sense of humor or her geeky obsession with Harry Potter, but all she needed to do was open her dainty mouth and start talking. And it was like you were under her spell.

That night, after nearly half her friends had ditched her to participate in some ridiculous drinking contest, I went up to her and offered her a can of Coke. Before you knew it , we were actually having a conversation. Granted it was the most awkward thing on the planet, but it was the first conversation I had ever shared with her. But to soon, she had left to care for her vomiting friends and I was left all alone to think about her. I wasn't obsessed with her, I just really enjoyed being around her. She was like a light bulb and I was a bug attracted to her.

After that night, we had never talked again. Maybe she was slightly buzzed that night and had forgotten all about it, but I would always wish that something would push her to come talk to me. Even though we had at least 6 out 8 of our classes together, she hadn't spoken a word to me. Oh god I sound like a love sick puppy, or a guy from a Nicholas Sparks novel. What was she doing to me? The piercing whistle of the bell invaded my thoughts and before I realized it, I was walking to Chemistry and Connor was walking alongside me, on his phone. Now that I think about it, he's somehow always on the darn thing.

Suddenly he looked at me and said "Today is the day you finally talk to Riley Howell! It's perfect, we even have Chemistry together and we only sit a row to her right." Connor explained triumphant. "I'm not so sure. What if she doesn't want to talk to me. Oh my god it would be so embarrassing if she ignored me!" I shouted. "Okay listen Mason, you've liked this chick forever and if you don't talk to her today, I will make up some really embarrassing lie about you having a rash on your butt, just to make her talk to you!" He threatened.

We both walked in to the Science Lab and I quickly nodded, before we sat down. I felt like i was about to throw up the tonnes of butterflies floating around in my stomach. Oh god! Hopefully I won't throw up on her!