A Dash of Love

Maybe not as straight as I thought.

The bell rang, signaling the end of first period.

English, great.

I sat at my usual seat between Ash and Mel, doodling an alien-monster-squiggly thing in my notebook.

"Today you'll be in book groups, reading the story Old Yeller," the teacher, Mrs. Murphy, growled, seeming even more grouchy than usual. "Three to a group. No more, no less."

The three of us glanced at each other as the student helpers handed out books.

Mel, you better not blab.

I trusted Mel, hell, she was one of my best friends, but she was definitely a chatterbox to say the least.

"Hey guys, did you hear about the Christmas dance coming up? I'm on the committee. In charge of set up and décor." a slight smirk appeared on her lips.

Oh god, what was this girl planning?

"Really? That's so cool," Ash responded, seeming slightly excited.

"Totally. There's going to be an ugly sweater contest, Christmas lights, winter music, the whole deal! You guys should come." she smiled brightly, and I couldn't tell if it was because she had a plan to get Ash and I together, or if she was just being nice.

Ash and I nodded in unison, and for the rest of the period we read quietly in our little group.

But I couldn't focus on the book. Who could focus on a stupid story when the cutest guy in school was sitting right next to you? I mean, you could get lost in his icy blue eyes so easily..

Too bad he's probably straight.

Soon, the bell rang and I headed to my locker before science.

"'Maybe a little' my ass." I heard a familiar voice say. "You're crushing so hard."

"Shut up, Mel." I rolled my eyes, sticking my tongue out at her.

"One day you're gonna thank me, so hush, child," she smirked, leaning against the locker next to mine.

Oh yeah, she definitely had a plan.