Tyler trudges on over, his long hair covering his eyes. I feel my cheecks getting hot and look away even though he's looking nowhere near me. He's looking at his shoes as he sets his backpack down next to his chair.
After a few minutes pass, class is beginning. I look over at Jessica and act as if I'm bored with the subject, but I'm actually taking peeks at Tyler behind my hair. He seems very interested with this topic. I turn back in my desk and slouch down a little. I wonder if he's looking at me. I wonder if he even acknowledges me.
He doesn't say a peep, and when the bell rings to go to eighth period, he's out. Practically ran straight out the door. I sit in bewilderment for a moment, and head to my next class which is right next door. Thank god I have Claire in that class. I need to tell her every detail.
"Claire! I need to talk to you!" I sputter as I sit down in my seat.
"Me first!" Claire says as she sits down directly infront of me. Her brown curly hair sits right at her bust. Her dark-tan complexion really brings out her blue eyes and light pink shirt. She has one big blonde streak in her hair. That's how I know who my best friend is. "I heard that there was a new kid; Tyler Reed. He was suppossed to be in theatre. Was he in your class?"
Ironic. I think to myself. "Yes! That's exaclty what I was going to talk to you about."
"Well? What is it?"
"Claire. My god. Have you seen him?" I question with a look on my face that probably came off as rude.
"No. Why? Is he an ugly beast?" she asks with a smirk on her face.
"Yeah, if by 'ugly beast' you mean 'cutest guy ever'."
"Bryn. Are you serious? I thought you were to square to actually think a guy was even cute." Her eyes widen. She knows me too well.
"Well things change," I say with a big grin
"So. Does this mean you like him?" She asks with an even bigger grin than mine.
"I-I.. I think so."
We spend the rest of the class period looking back at eachother. When the bell finally rings at 4:00, she asks me to text her soon because she has band practice. She's so lucky to be on drumline. I wish I had enough coordination to do that.
After I get home from the bus ride, I lay out all my homework on the tan carpet of my room. It's only 4:45, so I open up Facebook and scroll through the news feed. Nothing interesting. Nothing interesting until I type in "Tyler Reed" in the search bar. After a few seconds of waiting, his profile comes up. I feel like a creep as I click on the info tab and find his phone number.
"Here goes nothing."
