Wishing for Rain

Chapter 3

I walk to my locker. There aren't many people left in the hallway, since I was one of the last people to be called. My heart leaps into my throat and my mouth goes dry when I see him. I stop at the locker number that is written on my schedule. Which just so happens to be right next to a Mr. Derek Rowin. Of course this school had to screw me over by making ever so impossible to stop myself from getting a crush.

I don't even know him. I don't even know what his voice sounds like. He could be the actor who plays Elmo. I wouldn't know. I can't like him unless I know him. Or, at least I hear him speak.

"Hi." I say to him, as he unloads things from his new-looking backpack into his locker. My backpack is a sea blue with white polka dots on it. So classy, I know. I gulp, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Hey," he responds, cooley. I can tell just by looking at him that he knows a thing or two about dating or love or whatever you may call it. Me on the other hand... Well you can probably guess what I know about love.

I tuck a stray strand of greyish-brown hair behind my ear. So much for a messy bun. This is a pile of hair on my head, with strands all over the place. I hope I can avoid mirrors all day so I don't have to face my failure to make myself up.

"What's your first class?" he asks me. We are now the only two people left in the hall.

"M-m-me?" I stammer in return. Of course he's talking to you, you idiot! Oh my god, why did I just ask that? So stupid!

"You're funny, you know that?" he gives a forced laugh, clearly uncomfortable. I make myself feel uncomfortable too, Derek Rowin.

I glance at my schedule, realizing I still haven't answered his question. I trace my finger along the Monday category. 8:15-9:30 is english---which just so happens to be my favorite, and possibly the only subject I like. It better be a good teacher.

"English," I smile, trying sound normal.

"Guess I'll see you there then." he grins, then walk away, slinging his navy blue backpack over his shoulder.