Dancing in the Rain

2: A Boy Named August

Everyone was everywhere. I had dropped off Ivan at the elementary and was walking into the high school. A flow of teens flooded into the large building. I walked into school with my small backpack on my shoulder. I looked at the locker number I had written on my arm 3 days ago. 647. I explored the seemingly endless halls until (good news) finally I found my locker. Bad news, there was a boy by my locker. And it looks like he's my new locker neighbor.

I had never seen him before, but he looked kind of familiar. I pondered this for a few moments, just standing and staring at the new boy. I shook myself out of another weary Utopia and began walking towards my locker. I tried to keep my head down as I approached my locker. I opened it and tried to hide my face behind the 3 foot, thin metal, door. It didn't work. He swung around to my other side and flashed me an award winning smile.

"Hey," he said, "I'm August. And you are...?" He motioned towards me and I rolled my eyes with a smile. "Awe come on, don't be like that I'm just trying to make an impression." I sighed and finally let him know. "I'm Samantha, and you August whatever your last name is, are cu-" I stopped. He smiled again and I think my heart melted. No, I couldn't have... Cause now it was beating out of my chest.

"Well, Ms Samantha, I would like to get to know you. So, tell me about yourself," August said. As I opened my mouth to speak, the bell rang. As I turned and started walking towards class, I was being followed. I sighed. "So... August, you new in town?" I tried. "Yeah! Actually, glad you noticed," he laughed "Yeah, I'm moving in on Cedarwood Lane. Number 43." Oh no. I live on Cedarwood. Number 41. This boy named August was my new neighbor. And crush.

Oh, I know. This whole thing kind of seems rushed. But he's cute. He has a little longer dusty red hair, a few freckles, and some of the greenest eyes I've ever seen. August seemed nice from the time I'd spent with him, but one could never be too sure. So, I'm not calling this an official crush... More like a possibly great interest.

He followed me through all my classes. The teachers called his name each time on the attendance sheet, making it clear that he was on the same schedule as me. I smiled to myself as the teachers called his name. Each and every one. And of course, we got to sit wherever we wanted. So instead of me alone in the back. It was just me- and the new boy named August.