His Name was Noah

Obnoxious

"Are you a stalker or something."

I said to you as I was walking out of class. After almost six years, that's the first thing I say to you. I am so smooth.

"That would require me actually knowing who you were." You said.

Shit, I never would've thought you didn't know who I was. But then I noticed the sides of your mouth turn up into a smirk.

"God, I forgot how much of a jerk you could be."

"I saw the chance and took it." You said deviously.

But then you did something you hadn't done since seventh grade. You knocked your elbow against mine. Your touch was like electricity. I really thought you were just some elementary school crush. But here I am, a full grown adult and still have these feelings. My body has betrayed me. Ugh.

"Hey Trisy, if you keep scowling at me, your face is going to get stuck like that."

"Don't call me that, my name is Beatrice, haven't you gotten altleast a little more mature. Have you?"

"Ha. Ha. You wish."

"Jeez Clay, couldn't you have chosen any other college."

"Hey if I have to call you Beatrice, You have to call me Noah, and you're the only one who knew where I wanted to go... So who is the stalker now?"

By the way that isn't true I told you in middle school where I wanted to go.. oh I guess that WAS after you told me first, I swear I didn't remember.

"Touche Mr. Clayton."

I said with a wink as I turned the corner.