And there he is.
Sitting with his friends.
Laughing, talking, fooling around and saying things that he doesn't mean.
I've noticed that his laugh is always the loudest among his friends. But I don't mind. I think he has this, rather unusual laugh that is very cute to me. And his smile, oh goodness, don't get me started. I love his smile. Those dimples are to die for.
Whenever I look at him, I get this tingly feeling in my stomach. And my chest gets tight. But I don't hate it. I don't hate this feeling.
"So yes... that's what happened. Can you believe THAT happened to Mr. John?!" She exclaimed.
"Wh-what happened to Mr.John?"
"Sorry.. I wasn't listening."
Ava sighed and asked, "Geez. Don't you love me?" while laughing.
"No, no, I don't. Well of course I do. I was just.."
Ava furrowed her eyebrows and asked, "I was just what?"
I took my lunch bag and ran as fast as I could. Ava, of course, chased me.
We played unintentional hide and seek for at least 10 minutes until the bell rang. We both go back to our class and Ava, of course, keeps bothering me.
"You were just what?" Ava shouted when the bell rang as the sign for the class to dismiss.
"Fine. I was just staring at this boy-"
Ava cuts me off, "Who?"
"I'm not finished yet." I said feeling annoyed. "Egan. I was staring at Egan."
