The Boy Down The Street

The Text Message

I get to my second period class with the bigest smile I've ever had. Paying attention to the teacher today proved to be the hardest thing I have ever done. All I could think about was his hands touching my binders and what else I wish they touched. I was abruptly woken up from my daydream by the sound of my phone. Someone was calling me. I grabbed my phone and quickly turned it to mute.
"Sorry sir, it won't happen again" I say in front of the entire class.
Once class was over I checkled my phone. A text message from a girl I don't know reading,
"What do you mean WE'RE OVER?!?!? I can't believe you!"
All of a sudden I felt a deep shiver down my spine. This wasn't my phone. It was Williams. The day passed and fourth period ended. I waited in the atrium for him. Finally, I saw him. Now, all I had to do was gather enough courage to talk with him. Screw it, I thought. He needs his phone back and I need mine back too. Walking over to him I started rehearsing what would tell him.
"Hey! William I think I took your phone by mistake" I said.
"Oh Yea! No problem here's your phone back too".
Handing me my phone back our hands briefly touched.
"So I saw your friend send you a text message. She asked how your encounter with man bun went, would it be me she was referring to?"
It was finally time all those hours spent watching videos on how to flirt became useful.
"Maybe" I said. Then winked and walked away.
Thinking about it now I regret ever doing that. Now he'll never want to talk with me. It's creepy that I even text my friends about him.