A Strange Thing Called Love

Prologue

I think I'm falling in love with a stranger. Yet I don't even know his name. I cross paths with him everyday, but he doesn't even know I exist. I'm just another outcast in this world; I have no place to fit. There he is. He enters the classroom and walks with such grace he puts dancers to shame. "Nice of you to join us Mr.Scotts. Take a seat." He smiles and turns his head and our eyes lock only for a few seconds but it seems like forever. "Look. The freak is making googly eyes for you." I quickly look down and hide my blushing face. Their laughter invades my ears. I still feel him watching me though. I use my hair to shade his view of me. He looked at me the entire time. The clock ticks and the hour flew by sooner then I know it. On queue I rush out seconds before the bell. It'll save the embarrassment I'd have to endure. A quick book switch and I'll be on my way. "Hey." I freeze. "Your Alexandria, right?" I slowly whip my head around and face the eyes of my biggest crush. My legs give out and I faint. "Hey, you alright?" I rub my forehead and let my vision adjust. I meet the eyes of him again. So blue with a speck of yellow near the pupils. "Hello?" he repeats. "I-I'm fine." Stuttering is my worst habit. He holds his hand out. "No. No it's fine." I shoo it away and try to get up. "I insist." He sends me one of those heart warming smiles. "Okay." I grab it without hesitation. "I'm Robert. Robert Scotts." he blurts out. Robert Scotts. Alexandria Scotts. I mentally smile. His laughter shakes me. "What's funny?" I ask. "Your as red as a tomato. Cute." Oh my god. He just called me cute. I try not to smile. "I-I have to get to class." Before he could say anything else I ran off to class leaving him standing there. This is just to real to be a dream. What is this strange feeling called love?