I sit at my desk, moody and upset that I can't sit with Christopher. My head is no longer down, but it's not looking at the board where my teacher is showing the lesson, either. I look across and decide to make short talk with the guy across from me. He has brown hair and brown eyes. From seeing him before, he is also tall and lanky. He has a kind face, but I wonder if there was more than meets the eye?
I ask him if he has seen the movie, Monty Python and the Holy Grail. He laughs and says yes. In a few moments, we're talking like we have known each other for a long time. His smile made me laugh and I felt so happy being with him. We joked around some more about other topics and the whole way through I couldn't help staring at him. I could feel myself growing warm in the cheeks, but I didn't mind it for I knew he wasn't really looking at me, and besides the lights were off.
When history became religion, we still had fun. I suddenly had the urge to impress this guy so bad. My prayer is answer when the teacher asks, “What do you think, the young man in the picture is saying or thinking to himself?” I quickly raise my hand, with all my courage and hope that I won't get in trouble, and realize that I was the only one that raised their hand. “Alexandra?” I swallow the rock that has settled in my throat and said the first thing that came to my mind, “Why the hell did I do that?” The teacher looks at me for a second before correcting me for my language usage. I stifle the urge to laugh and look to Dominic. He is smiling and suddenly I feel so warm inside and I silently thank Fate for placing me near Dominic.
The rest of the day until it's time to leave, Dominic and I chat on and on. At times, I became so breathless I had to stop and breathe.
Finally the ending bell rang and it was time to pack up. I pack up smiling at Dominic, making sure he doesn't see my little smile on my face. When it's time for everybody to leave and the bus people stay, I walk to Christopher and start chatting with him. I feel a bit of tension near him but I think nothing of it. When it's time to get on the bus, I sit with him and he shares his music with me. Although I had never listened to metal music beforehand, I enjoy the music.
The bus ride was short but I enjoyed every minute of it. I wave good-bye to him and hope that tomorrow will be just as fun as it is today. I think back to Dominic and realize that I'm blushing. Damn I try to cool myself down and soon enough it's time for me to get off at my stop. I charge into my house with my brother following wondering, why Dominic always make me feel warm.

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Teenage Life (& Lies)
Teen FictionMy life ain't that simple. It's not easy being naive and innocent, but now a year later looking back, I realize it was easy. Now I want to tell you my story. And not every story has a happy ending.