It's almost 2am and wrote this real quick. It won't turn into a story, it's just something I came up with really quickly.
I guess it's called "the way she..."
The way she bites her button on her blue checkered flannel shirt, and giggles to herself every time I'd play a funny video at the end of every class.
The way she never speaks unless she's asked to, or is called upon to do so.
The way she always sits in the back with her head down not wanting to speak to anyone until she had a question only I could answer.
The way she always fixes her hair like its never perfect when it always is.
The way she's so awkward when I talk to her about her grades, or anything for that matter.
The way she looks at me when I'm speaking and notices little things that only me and her would know.
The way she immediately draws her attention towards me every time I tell everyone to be quiet and listen up.
The way she replies when I ask her a question that I know she knows the answer to; so afraid to be wrong.
The way her eyes look every time she walks into my class each morning; so tired, and...lonely.
The way she ignores me in the hallway and makes funny faces to get my attention, but still doesn't say a word.
The way she smiles when I say something funny or joke around with one of the class clowns; always covered with the sleeve of her jacket.
The way she walks in the hallway after she leaves my classroom; happy.
The way her face looks when she doesn't know what to say; adorable.
The way I tower over her and she has to look up to me just so we can see eye to eye.
I think I'm in love with her. But there's a problem, a very big problem.
I'm married. And she's only 16.... And one of my students.
