"Shit."
"Excuse me Savanna." said Breslau.
Breslau, a math teacher, he is what you call a nerd man-boy. He doesn't take any shit from students though.
Shit.
He likes Star Wars, like really likes Star Wars. I don't find it that great though. Shit.
Oh he's looking at me what'd I do? Shit.
"Yes Dan?"
He rolls his eyes. They're blue and a bit green.
" I'm not your friend you don't call me by my first name that is very disrespectful."
"Ah yes, I apologize."
He rolls his eyes again. They're like a green cliff meets an ocean and falls in love never wanting the ocean to leave.
"Now back to the reason I'm talking to you. Do not talk like that in my class, be respectful to me and your classmates."
"Like they respect me."
I roll my eyes now. They are more like mud meets well mud.
Shit.
"It doesn't matter whether they respect you or not, you should at least respect yourself and me. Now stop speaking in said language and pay attention."
He goes back to talking about x equals god knows what.
My eyes travel along the room.
Bingo.
Right next to the scary ' Due dates are closer than they appear' sign that I once seen in porn video,
for research,
sits a boy. A beautiful boy I may add.
He's writing notes about x equals god knows what.
Good boy.
Yes, a very good boy.
Shit.
After the horrible years of middle school thinking I don't know much about liking someone and I looked like a lesbian, I finally like someone.
I like someone.
Shit.
He surprisingly looks up from his notes.
This good boy never looks up from his notes.
I catch his eyes and he smiles , I feel myself blush redder than usual.
Shit.
I look back down and attempt to write something that makes it seem like I just looked up from writing notes about x and his problems.
After counting to twenty.
Lucky number.
I look up.
He's back at writing notes.
Good boy.
E-L-I-A-M
What a name.
I don't like saying it. Afraid I'll ruin it.
Beautiful, like him.
Shit.
The bell rings signaling us to go to our next second period.
What a pain ,Algebra in the morning. At least I have theater next. And good boy is in there so 10 points for me.
"Hey you sexy thing." Says Curly.
Best friend numero something.
"Come on stop you're making me blush and plus good boy could be hearing our conversation don't want him thinking the wrong thing."
