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And Away We Go ( 2 )

When the bell rang, I placed the paper in my binder and packed up my things. I thought about saying goodbye to Ashton or  wishing him luck on his first day but before I could agree on what to do, he had already walked out of the classroom, disappearing into a crowd of students.

My second period class went by quite fast and I found myself hurrying to my locker before the third period bell rang.

When I opened my locker, I grabbed my History textbook and made my way to class.

I sat in my normal seat and awaited my teachers arrival.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" says a familiar voice.

I look up to see Ashton.

"Yeah. . if you want. No one sits there." I say.

He nods and takes a seat.
I'm not sure what to say or if I should say anything to him so I just stare at my notes.

"Thank you" he says.

"For what?" I respond as I turn to face him in my seat.

"For being friendly and letting me sit next to you. I appreciate it." he says with a smile.

He has a very nice smile.

"I..you're welcome.I say, returning his smile.

Being appreciated for my politeness doesn't happen often. I really just want to hug him for even talking to me but decide against it.

When our history teacher walked into class, we begun our lesson.

Within 20 minutes, I was already falling alseep.I rest my head on the desk and forced my eyelids open.

Everytime Mrs Carr looked my way, I gave her a tiny smile. I didn't want her to think I wasn't paying attention. Its just hard to stay energized when she's lecturing you for 75 minutes straight.

I felt a little nudge on my shoulder and right away I looked up at Ashton. He looked completely knocked out on his desk.

Way to make a first impression.

When I looked away, a somewhat familiar voice whispered to me.

"On your shoulder" said Ashton.

I'm completely lost. I thought he was alseep.

I run my hand over my shoulder to find a sticky note.

*Are you as bored as I am?* It read.

I pull out my pen and write back.

*Idk. Have you had to pinch yourself to stay awake yet?*

I gently move the note onto his desk. He picks up his pen and flips the note onto its back.

*No but I've been daydreaming about pizza. Is that normal?*

He slides it back my way.

* I'm not the right person to give you advice on what is normal.*

*You seem pretty normal to me. You have lunch next right? *

As I read that note my heart began to race.

* Yes I do.* I wrote back.

*Sit with me?* He asked.

* Sure.*  I replied.

He didn't return the note after that. Part of me really wanted him to continue the conversation but I didn't say anything.

I spent the rest of the class writing notes from Mrs. Carrs lecture.