Megans POV
its been about 2 seconds since he just spoke to me and those simple words he spoke have filled my head and the weirdest thing is,hes still right infront of me probably thinking im a right weirdo. as i look up at him i cant help but let my eyes wonder off,tracing every single part of him . He has these extremely blue beautiful eyes,his hair stuck up in some kind off quiff and he had this smile plastered on his face ,straight away i noticed the lip stud sticking out slightly. it took me about another 10 seconds to realise im just staring at him , but i felt like i couldent help it ...i know that sounds strange but its like i can feel my self being drawn to this boy and i dont even know his name
I kneel down to pick up my bag without realising that he was holding it in his hands waiting for me to take it back, once realising i stand back up normally slightly embarrased before taking it out of his hands.
"uh thankyou" i speak,lifting my head up to look at him ,his eyes looking straight down at me like he was waiting for me to speak or something
"no problem...im luke" he replied , i never asked his name but im not complaining. I cant help but get this weird feeling,noone ever even tries to speak to me,people just walk past me everyday without speaking a word,ofcourse at first it was weird ,..i felt alienated but now its like normal and having people actually want to talk to me let alone introduce theirselves to me..it makes me feel uncomfortable to say the least.
"megan.." i reply ,i try my best not to make my awkwardness obvious but the way hes looking at me,its quite clears hes already caught on, his eyebrow raised slightly as he began to speak.
"well this is awkward but i think you a great dancer by the way.." he spoke , i watched as he pushed a hand through his hair, ive know him for like a minute but everything he does,its becoming pure perfection to me, I feel my cheeks starting to burn up,trying not to make it obviousi turn away slightly,not wanting him to see me blushing.
"i uhm...thankyou" i say,once again turning to face him when i feel like the blushing is no longer visable . i watch as he puts his hand in his back pocket,pulling out his phone ,his eyes scanning the screen,the way his eyes get wider i come to the conclusion that hes either late for a lesson or hes in trouble but then i realise i was meant to be in my lesson like 20minutes ago,its clear that today is not my day but i cant help but feel that is because of him
