Blond Hair & Blue Eyes

Detention

Maya's POV

Again. I'm stuck again in detention. God, it's the first day of school and I'm already in my routine again.

I walked from the door of Mr. Matthews class to my special seat.
I love this seat, it even has my name, it says 'Maya P. Hart' and some colorful stickers that Riley put in there. They are all full of positive messages like, "Don't worry be happy", "Glitter", "Yay", "You're awesome" and mi favorite one "You're a badass". Yeah, that one is mine. I am pretty badass yeah.
I sat back in the chair and put my feet on the desk, getting on my comfortable position. Yeah, this is my territory

"Feet down Ms. Hart" said Mr. Matthews entering the room with his puffy sheep hair and his lawyer suitcase, even though is empty and he just brings it to look serious. Oh, that hair. I sometimes feel the urge of petting that hair, and see if it 'baaahs'

"Maya!" said Mr. Puffy hair raising his voice "Did you hear what I said?" he says putting his hand on the desk and leaning forward looking at me, and me getting a better sight of his puffiness

"Oh, sorry Mr. Puffy. I was too distracted looking at your beautiful black sheep" I said with a playful and slightly southern accent. "Can I pet it?" I asked while I petted the air, imagining the feel of his hair

"Feet. Down" said Mr. Sheep. Haha, I'm so good with names. All serious. Oh party pooper

"Oh, darn it," I said swinging my arm like in the cartoon and putting my feet down with a stump.

The door suddenly slammed open. It was him. The boy who got me in trouble. No, you got yourself in trouble. No, he got me in trouble. He and his cuteness.

He was standing there looking all dummy dumb dumb. "You're late Joshua" said Mr. Mathwes. Joshua, I like it.

"Sorry, Cory I was..." he couldn't even finish before Mr. Mathews interrupted him. "It's Mr. Mathews. Sit down" he said really mad. I've never seems Mr. Mathwes like this he looks really... disappointed.

"Yes, sorry Sir" Josh said with his head down. He look up just to see me, I could see a little gloom on his eyes. And there it was again, that feeling of electricity, like if when you're rubbing your feet on a rug and you're about to touch somebody. That exact feeling.

He sat down on the chair next to me and I could feel his eyes staring at me. But I didn't want to turn around and make eye contact. And suddenly I was blushing. What?! I don't blush, I'm not a blusher.

"Joshua, sit away from Ms. Hart. This is not a place for you to flirt with her, and her to blush" Mr. Mathews said almost for the whole world to hear him. Did he just tell him I was blushing?! Oh that's it I'm going to shave his ball of puffiness off.

I heard him standing and moving to the back of the classroom. But I could still fill he's freaking stare. Stop doing that boy, your getting me all goosebumpy. It was like knife craving the back of my skull. I finally got the courage and turned around. He wasn't even looking at me.

I think I'm going crazy.