She caught me off guard, what is she talking about?
"I saw him," Lisa repeats.
"Saw who?"
"Him! Mystery guy!" She cleared out, enthusiastically.
What? Mystery guy? Is she talking about the same guy I saw in the hall? Nah. That's impossible.
"He's exactly what you described, tall, wearing a hoodie, huge glasses, and of course the book he's reading for the class, he's in every single class we're in so far."
So that's why he looks familiar! He's from our class! Well I guess he's not much of a mystery anymore, all I have to do is check the student's name list, and I'll be on my merry way.
"Like what you said before, it's hard to see his face," Lisa said.
I shrugged, and moved on; all I cared about was James Freaking Sutherland. He's the love of my life. He's everything to me. It may sound stupid but I really do like him. I nod and grinned at her as I chew my Nutella Sandwich, mmm... Nutella Sandwich... Anyways, I've been trying to find the perfect dress for me for prom, a perfect dress, that's all I ask, maybe I could use the one in my dream, and I am a mediocre artist. James hasn’t said that we're an item yet... But James is James; I'll just ask him sooner or later.
Fifth Period, Geography. I'm so bored, the Teacher tells us to write down notes from the book. Someone's whispering but that isn't important right now. Someone taps at my shoulder, I turn around, confused, and what I see is a boy, shyly covering his face, hooded, with large black glasses, and kept his head low behind the desk.
"Excuse me. Do you have a pencil? I broke mine..." He whispered.
Aww... He has that sort of three years old innocence in his voice. Although it’s hard to hear him, I still heard him. I'm always carrying extra everything in my bag, just in case. I reach over my bag, and take a pencil from my rectangular, metal pencil case, and I lend one to him.
"Thank you very much," he whispers.
Wow, he has manners, good for him. I nod at him. I look down at my book and started taking notes. I then realize... it's the same boy I saw in hallway yesterday! The same boy in the first four periods! Lisa is by my left, she's also taking notes. She looks at me. I try to point him out, and when she looked, her jaw dropped, and mouthed 'OMG' and she was as surprised as I was, I was right! It was the same boy from the hallway! The guy taps me again, and returns my pencil; I turn around and gave him a nervous smile.
"Thank you so much, I am in debt" he whispers.
I nod, then said, "No need for that", I smiled at him.
Sixth Period, History. I looked around and didn't see him. I sighed in relief. I was really starting to freak out. A guy comes in.
"A bit left behind I see," Mr. Greenwood tells him.
He raises his books, gesturing that he forgot them. He's actually really cute, he looks perfect, and I'm not even exaggerating. He has that three year old innocence swarming around him. He's wearing a deep, dark blue blazer, long white, sleeved polo, with a deep, dark blue tie around his collar, and wears light brown pants. Sort of what British school uniforms looks, And might I say... Looking hot! Come here often?
I then giggled at my thoughts, I probably look insane, you know... Giggling out of the blue. He sits two rows away from me. I can already see a couple of girls in my class swooning over him. He's probably a new kid, because I haven't seen him, if I ever did then I would've remembered.
Seventh Period, Mathematics. Our teacher isn't here yet. He's here again, the new kid. I'm still seeing girls swoon. He’s reading a book, Ender's Game, I think. Isn't that a movie? He's probably one of those reading types. He looks intelligent, and athletic but I can't judge him by his appearance. The girl behind him is really staring at him, and I know what you're thinking, no, I'm not staring, I'm using my mirror to see him... Okay I'm staring! But strategically. I know that girl... Doesn't she have a boyfriend?
Eighth Period, my last period. Mystery boy is back, with his black hoodie, and his big glasses, and him always looking down, carrying his black, leather bag, one thing you should know about me... is that I observe a lot, I observe like almost every moment, of any given minute. The teacher comes finally, and we study and stuff, we have our clubs, and then we go home, and now I'm here, at home.
