Playing With Fire

Part 1

Ah there he is.
Dante 
Oh my God such a hottie.

I study his perfect face. God so gorgeous. His black hair cascades over his forehead while his head is in a math textbook. His dark eyes taking in every word. Him softly biting his bottom lip which seems to be a habit when he is in deep thought. Jotting down notes on his paper. His sexy dimples that show when he smiles. Don't even get me started on that sharp jaw line. Good Lord he had my heart doing flips. 

God why was he so perfect.

My head is held in my hands as I feel myself smiling. Why am I so creepy!
I sigh and I slowly peel my attention away from him, trying to focus at the task at hand.

Okay calm the hell down!!! And crack open the book and study. You have an exam tomorrow!  I mentally groan coming to the realization of how slack on my studies I've been since Dante moved here.

I scan through what I 'know' and briefly read a few strategies for problem C.
Dante...
"MIND SHUT UP!"
I cover my mouth hoping no one is paying attention- realizing I just yelled at myself. Out loud. DAMN IT WHY AM I SUCH A FOOL!
I sigh in defeat and sneak another glance at Dante. Only to find him looking at me.
I feel my face instantly heat up as my cheeks flush. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, over my glasses. I hesitantly lift my hand to say hello but the bell rings. GREAT TIMING BELL!! GEE TRYING TO RUIN MY LIFE OR NAH!?!

Dante quickly runs out of the classroom and heads towards his next class, wherever that is.

I tilt my head back and I groan.
I gather my things and I walk to my next class.

-time skip-

I yank the door open in my apartment and I scream while throwing my book bag to the floor.
"I WAS GOING TO TALK TO HIM TODAY. WHY HAVEN'T I BEEN ABLE TO STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM? LIKE GOODNESS!"

"I mean it's not like he will notice me or anything. I'm a freaking mess for crying out loud."

I discuss my 'problem' with myself while pacing in circles trying not to go insane.
STUPID TEENAGE YEARS!!!
"You know what?"
"I'm hungry I'm going to fix some food before I die of starvation!"
I lazily walk into my tiny kitchen and I whip up some helpless food. I eat it in what seems to be one bite. TIME FOR BED . Tomorrow... is exam day!
"YaY~" I make sure sarcasm drips on my enthusiasm.

I head into my room, slipping on my Pj's which consist of a gray tank top and red plaid pants.
I crawl into bed wrapping myself in the silky sheets. I call this "burrito style" yup that's me! Burrito sleeping beauty! Oh please. I wish! Well lights out. I slowly drift to sleep. My mind spinning in circles over worthless thoughts.