Scatterbrain

Butterfly

She gazed at him hopelessly.

He sat across from her, the paper handed out minutes before still blank. Intermittent pencil tapping was taking his undivided attention. He was taking hers.

"Hey, Cecilia. Cecilia, hello?" He waved his hand in front of her face, snapping her to attention. She felt her face go warm and hoped it had looked like she was just staring into space.

"Yeah, Warner?" she responded, trying to shake her flustered demeanor. He must've started the paper while she had been off in her head.

"Answer to number five? I'm so done doing this box method thing. It's a waste of time, I already know it. I don't need to practice it five million times," Warner spits, throwing his mechanical pencil down on the table to express his annoyance.

"Mhm yeah, same." She scribbled down the numbers, quickly working on the solution. "The answer's (5x+3)(x+2)," she replied.
Warner picked his pencil back up to write it down, the clip torn off like every other pencil he owned.

"Thank you very much, Cecilia. What would I ever do without you?"

She smiled inwardly. She loved when he talked like that, a mix of sarcasm and sincerity like the duel flavors of sweet and sour. Odd but . . . charming.

They continued working like that, giving each other answers when they grew bored of solving, until the end of the bell. Cecilia stood up to rearrange her books as everyone else bolted for the door of freedom. Warner did the same.

Happening to glance at the curly white writing on her maroon top he read it aloud.
"You be the sun and I'll be the moon," he recited in his attempted girly voice. "But what if I want to be the moon, Cecilia? Hm?"

A small smile shone on her lips along with her dimples. Gathering her books up in her arms, she bore into his brown colored eyes. She would never understand why authors gave their characters "piercing blue" or "emerald green" eyes. Plain ol' brown were perfect to her.

"Then I guess you'll have to deal with it," she said playfully, sweeping past him towards the door. About to cross into the hallway, she glanced back at Warner. He was still standing, looking at her. Shades of rosy pink crept onto his neck and a dumb braces-filled smile spread across his face. He caught her eyes and looked away, focusing on getting his books. She turned toward the hall and smiled wide, a fluttering butterfly in her stomach.

(A/N: I kinda like this. Well, duh, since I published it. I mean more that I enjoyed writing it, even if I have a twitch in my left eye. Kinda based some stuff, like algebra and her shirt, on my life. So anyway, let me know if you want to make this a longer story. Maybe? #Carner, lol. 'Tis all though, bye!)