Perfect is The Expectation

Chapter 2

Matthew Champney was his name.

He was perfect. He was smart, funny, HOT AS FUDGE.

But my mom and dad always said, " School before boys. No boyfriend, no crushes until prom."

He doesn't like me back anyways, he barely knows my name. He's just so perfect, I can't hold back. I've liked him since the 2nd grade and my crush has intensified each time I see him. So basically, everyday Monday- Friday. I guess you could call me obsessed.

My mom and dad don't approve on having any feelings for a boy and if I tell them about Matthew I'll get the same old lecture that goes a little like this:

" I knew this day would come. You're turning into your sister. It's only a matter of time before you start doing drugs too." It could go on and on.

I reallllllyyyyy like Matthew and it's harder to hold back when he's in literally all your classes. Enough about him, as my parents would say " School before guys or you'll end up at McDonalds salting fries."

I walk into my first period and great, seat change. This happens like every month because no one is ever satisfied with their seat. You walk in a choose a seat, first come, first serve. I sit at an empty table with 4 chairs around it.

I see Matthew and try to make sure he notices there is an empty seat next to me by waving at him. He gives me a smile and looks around the class for a place to sit. I don't think he got the hint but his smile just made my day. He walks closer to me and I try not to stare at him intensely. I probably am right now and just don't realize it. Hey! I can't help myself!

He walks up and sees the empty chair next to me, "Is anyone sitting here?" he asked.

remember,cool, calm, and collected.

"NOPE!" I blurt out.

"Umm..okay."

Crap, he's uncomfortable now.

Then the bell rings and class gets started.

School goes by quickly and at the end of the day I go to my locker and find a note inside. I read it.

"Hey, I need to talk to you. Meet me by the bleachers after school.

-Matthew"

My heart leaps with joy. Who cares if I get home late, I'll tell my parents I was studying.

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