He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

How I Met Marc

My first feelings of affection towards Marc began last February.

I remember I was sitting two rows away from the windows, tying up my long hair in preparation of our chemical identification test. Once done, I got up to get myself goggles when suddenly I crashed into a big body.

*CRASH*

I was lying on the floor with a pile of books on me. They were heavy and ranged from Chem textbooks to Algebra. Struggling to get out of the avalanche of books, suddenly a large hand came out to aid me in my rescue mission.

And that's when I met Marcus Jeffrey Alamzer. His long arms extended out from his big body, reaching out for my help. He was tall, dark, and had a mysterious touch. His jet black spiked hair looked so pointy, I felt like they could stab me. I kept examining him head to toe looking and absorbing as much as I could about him. He had a dark brown eyes which seemed to get the person seeing them lost within their depths. He waa a little chubby and had some baby fat clearly still on his face. I was so distracted that I just stayed there lying on the floor until I wasn't brought to sense by the morning bell. I could see him chuckling, an unexpected reaction of course.

"Did you get a concussion or something? You okay there," he said.

Able to manage some words out of my mouth, I could only say, "I'm okay."

Embarrased, I rushed out of the avalanche without his help and made my way to my desk. I could see him walking away to his assigned desk.

I could tell I was probably staring at him for a very long time because eventually he turned around and gave me a look. I couldn't tell if it was a flirtatious one, angry one, clueless one; I don't know. I was just surprised of the fact he actually cared.

That was probably one of my worst mistakes ever. Falling for this kid.