Eyes and Discoveries

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(Corrie's POV)

      Corrie was watching a slideshow in history about World War II. She loved History. She occasionally took notes, and most of the stuff was interesting. When it got to a bunch of stuff she already knew, she flipped to a clear page in her binder and wrote, As she watched she slowly looked over to Grey. Gods he's so cute. I want to hug him... She must have zoned out looking at him, because he waved at her and she felt like she just woke up. Omigosh was i staring at him? He made a quirky face and Corrie stifled a laugh. He's so weird... She looks at the book on his lap and saw his phone in his hands. She shot him a glance and he rolled his eyes, but put it away. She realized how much a look can say. You can say all sorts of things just by a certain look in your eyes. You can scold, you can tell someone you're sad, and you can tell someone you love them without even having to speak. She got out a sticky notes and wrote "3) Eyes." She put it inside her binder and put it in her backpack.
After school, she texted her mom to let her know she's going over to a friend's house to help him study. Then she went to the bike lockers with Grey and they retrieved their bikes. While peddling to his house, which wasn't too far from Corrie's, a piece of paper fell out of Grey's pocket. She braked and picked it up, putting it in her jacket pocket. Grey hadn't noticed she'd stopped and was a ways ahead of her. She got on her bike and caught up. She was planning on giving the paper back to him at the house but...it's probably just a piece of trash or scrap paper...but I think I saw something written on it... She kept hold of one handle bar and used the other hand to get out the paper and unfold it.
      Across the torn piece of binder paper. there was written messily, "Hey, I'm a big idiot that doesn't know how to talk to girls. Date me?" Her heart felt like it skipped a beat. Who was he talking about? Who did he want to date? Hopefully not someone else... she became increasingly worried and shoved it back into her pocket.

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