A/N: This is a short story written after listening to "Dream Girl" by a boy band called Shinee, whilst trying to do my science homework, but instead ended up finding ways to procrastinate. Anyway, on with the program.
West Hoffman sat in his chair, dozing as the math teacher, Mr. Brown, droned on and on about Pascale's triangle. He felt his eyelids get heavier by the second.
"Mr. Hoffman!" Mr. Brown hollered from the front.
West jumped in his seat. His sleepiness suddenly drained away for the moment.
"This is the millionth time you've fallen asleep in my class! If I were you, I'd spend less time watching porn at night and spend a little more time sleeping!" Mr. Brown raged.
That moment, there was a knock on the door. West looked out the window, silently wishing that there'd be a fire drill or something. For once, the sun was out, teasing him. He wanted to run out and play a game of soccer. After seeing only rain and clouds for the past three days, he was longing to be out, where it was sunny.
"You may take a seat over there," Mr. Brown directed.
'Oh, another new student... I hope this one is not like the smelly bimbo that came last month...' West thought.
He looked back to the front, only to find that the empty seat in front of him was now occupied.
'It's a girl,' he noted to himself.
She moved one of her hands and ruffled her hair. Waft of her shampoo invaded West's nose. He sniffed.
'It smells like apple... Mango? Pineapple?' West thought. It was too faint to make an accurate note. He leaned in closer to her to get a better sniff, but made eye contact with Mr. Brown in the process. West gave an awkward smile to his teacher before returning to his normal position.
'Mango,' he confirmed to himself.
West stared at the back of her head and tried to guess what her face might look like.
She turned around abruptly and gave him a quick, shy smile before giving him a page of the handout that Mr. Brown had just given out.
West's mouth made an O shape. She was gorgeous. He couldn't put his finger on why. Oddly, the details of her face weren't very clear to him.
'It must be because it was such a quick glimpse,' he thought. However, there was something familiar... As if he'd seen her before. Yesterday... The day before... The day before that... Who was this lass?
A/N: Continue or scrap? As always, feedback is welcome.
