pt. 1

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The day starts like any other. I wake up after hitting the snooze button 7 times, barely catch the bus, head to french class, and then P.E. From P.E. I go to history. climbing up the staircase, i feel the warm May heat on my shoulders. I turn the corner and walk into class. While I put my belongings on my desk to prepare for my upcoming lesson, i can feel the anticipation in the room from my peers. Two more weeks left of school until summer vacation has everyone on their worst behavior; Many have already mentally checked out. I look around the room, bored, waiting for class to start. That's when an unfamiliar face strikes my eyes. He's strange, yet gorgeous. He runs his hands through his blond hair. When he turns to face me I catch a glimpse of his piercing blue eyes. He wears what most boys i see every day wear, a black adidas sweatshirt and gray joggers. I begin to wonder why he's here. There's 2 weeks left of school...who would transfer now? I take another glance and notice he has no backpack nor supplies. I lean forward and tap Joseph, the boy who sits in-front of me. "Hey... do you know who that is?" I ask, pointing in the boy with the adidas sweatshirt. "Um yeah", Joseph responds, "I've heard around that his name is Luke". "And why is he here?" I question. Joseph responds once more, "He's here for a day shadowing someone to see what our school's like. He's going here next year." So now i know the boy with the adidas sweatshirt has a name. Luke. Luke. Luke. I say it in my mind 100 times over and over again. I decide to look across the room at him one more time, when i do i find that he's staring at me too. Both embarrassed by being caught checking eachother out, we share a laugh. He stares me down for what feels like eternity, bites his lip, then stares away.I get an immediate feeling of butterfly's fluttering around in my stomach. I don't usually get looked at that way by any guys. For the next 60 minutes of class all i can do is think about him, his name, and the way he bit his lip when he looked at me .

TO BE CONTINUED

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