In Only A Moment

Chapter One

( Lauryn: )

My life doesn't subtlety change. It's in a constant state of being flipped over, like a sand timer. Oh, you haven't had a major change lately, huh? Flip! Disaster, Confusion, Feelings, must have drama!

Always drama.

The latest drama involves a girl. And not just any girl, but a beautiful one.

Her hair color itself is unique, it has this golden shine to its light brown. I don't know if that makes sense. What I mean is that, it's light brown with almost blonde streaks, and shines this beautiful golden color when the sun hits it at the right angle. Her eyes are a deep sea green, almost bordering on blue. So deep, I think I could actually drown in them. She's about my hight and has the most brilliant way of just being...

Does that make me stalker-ish? Knowing how amazing she is with never once having the opportunity to speak with her?

Gosh, I need a life!

I turn away from her direction, trying to focus on the math lesson.

Uhgh, math. Of all the subjects, math is my least favorite. Sure I normally get a solid B in the subject, but that's working really, really hard.

If I don't concentrate, I'm going to fail, and my grade has already gone down again from a high B to a low one, just because of certain detractions. Very pretty, cute, adorable distractions.

Another reason I should stop focusing on her.

We're working on FOILing again, which I actually can do, so I allow myself to take a quick peak at her again.

I don't know if she bored or whatever, but she's reorganizing her pencils again. She always has at least three, and fiddles with them all the time. She reorganizes them by size or lays them in a neat eraser to tip line at the top right corner of her desk.

Today it's five pencils, organized by what I assume is the length of the erasers, but I can't be sure as she's across the room from me. I sit in the second row, third seat while she's seventh row, second seat, right my the sunlit window.

Her nails are a royal blue today, I notice. She wears it more often than the others, constantly changing them Meanwhile I don't even wear nail polish anymore because I unconsciously scrape it off when I'm nervous. It a pretty color, my new favorite.

Just as the bell rings, her beautiful eyes suddenly snap to me, catching me staring.

I blush a little, looking down at my paper, as the teacher yells over the growing noise of talking and packing. "And don't forget the homework, people! And, yes, it's a grade!"

Oh shit, I quickly look up at the board, trying to see if she wrote it down. He did, but is already in the process of erasing it.

Apparently a 'quick peek' is twenty minutes, I note, dejectedly.

I silently groan, no I have to talk to him, admitting that I wasn't paying attention to his lecture, and will most likely get another lecture.

The classroom is almost empty as I pack up my stuff. I'll try to minimize my embarrassment by doing this when everyone else is not around.

I'm slowly zipping up my bag when a voice tells me, "Page 27, numbers 2-34, even only."

I look up as she basically runs away from me, out the door.

She spoke to me.

Yes, she ran away, but she spoke to me!

I finish the rest of the day in a daze.