Have you ever wondered how much it takes for you to fall in love with someone?
Sitting across from me, there he was, sparkly eyes, perfect smile... Okay, that's enough of that. He was tapping his pencil on the table, quite frankly, it was annoying as hell. I glanced at him, and he looked up at me,
"...Stop...Tapping the pencil, I assume..."
He mumbled.
"Yes... please"
I stuttered.
There's just some little things in life that are still, ever so hard to accomplish. Talking to the most handsome man you've ever met, for instance. But what are you going to do about it? Anyways, he stopped the pencil tapping. I was trying to find an excuse to talk to him rather than finding the answer to my trigonometry question,
"What kind of math are you doing?"
"Math"
"oh."
I really, honestly had no clue what to say after that. I just sat at that table, pretending to do my math work. I spent the rest of the school day, regretting not saying anything more to him, that was, until the next day...
