||Meeting Evan||
You were pushed 5 times walking through the hall for 2 minutes, what the hell was wrong with this damn school.
You saw other kids getting this treatment buut one person in particular stood out.
He was wearing a blue striped shirt, he was adorable. Light brown hair, and looked absolutely terrified.
After one extremely hard push his books toppled out of his hands and landed on the concrete floor.
You rushed past the jocks and douchebags to finally reach where he was crouched down picking up his papers. You began to help.
"This school is full of assholes, good lord", you say grabbing his history paper off the floor, "are you alright?"
He stared in debelif, his eyes growing in size. He looked utterly shocked and confused.
"Hey, um, yea, no, i mean im great, uHhh terrfic!", he stuttered out his words in a jumble of quick syllables, "t-thanks by the way", he gathered his barrings and said those words with a little more confidence.
As you grabbed the last paper so did he, our hands pushed against each others. Call me corny but you felt a spark. An electic connection between this boy and you.
Your eyes meet and with smooth precision the boy says, "im evan, and never got your name".
