Hazy Days

Andrew

Andrew. His name was Andrew Fraser. I found out only because it turns out... He's in my fifth hour class. I walked into English class, dreading the rest of the day. I just wanted to go home to stop people in the hallway from smirking and talking about my collision with the new guy. I went and sat in the back of this class like I had done in the rest of my classes and set my bag on the side of the table close to my chair so that no one would trip over it. The bell rang as a student ran into the door and in their seat. The whole class snickered. The teacher had just started writing something on the board when the door suddenly opened. It was him. It was Andrew. I panicked, noticing the chair next to mine was empty. I scoured the room, hoping to find another empty seat. There was only one in the back right of the room. I was in the back left. The teacher took his pass and encouraged him to find an empty seat. He started walking to the other empty seat and a flood of relief washed over me. He stopped and looked at me. I must of sighed out loud by accident. He immediately recognized me as the girl who ran into him earlier. I could tell cause his eyes grew wider when he saw my face. Instant recognition. He changed direction and took the seat next to mine. Great...