Dream Senior Year

Chapter 6

        I am mortified! I just sneezed so obnoxiously on him! Is this really happening? I search through my bag for some tissues and hand sanitizer. I grab both as fast as I can, wipe my nose, and squeeze out my "Big Apple: New York City" hand sanatizer. I drop my used tissues, but rush to pick them up. I stand up to throw them into the bus' trash can, and sit back down.

        "I am so sorry Penn!" I say. I am freaking out. I just sneezed on the most perfect high school male specimen I have ever seen in m life.

        "No, no, no. It's okay, don't worry about it!" He says. He is so calm. I do not understand this at all. He just brushes it off. 

        "Are  you sure? Do you want some hand sanitzier too?"

        "Haha, no. I'm okay, promise." He smiles. I put the hand sanitizer back in my bag, and just sit there. I'm just too scared to even speak.

        "Well, my first day was pretty boring. How about yours?" He says. He is speaking to me. He asnwered my question.I can't believe this. 

          "Oh, well, I mean. Other than sneezing on the new kid, it was pretty good. I got to see a lot of my friends again. Plus, I got to wear this outfit today, haha." 

        "I like it. It looks really nice on you." He smiles and nods. Holy crap he complimented me. 

        "Aw, thank you!"

        "You're welcome."

We just sit in silence for a few more minutes. I try something I never do. I start up a conversation.

        "I like what your wearing too. Extrodinary fashion sense always catches my eye." 

        "Thanks, I didn't really try, but thanks." He says and laughs. ITS BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE TO TRY. YOU ARE PERECT.

        "So, what is your favorite book in The Hunger Games?" I ask.

        "Hmmmm, it's a no brainer. Mockingjay. I like how it's different from the first two. Yeah, I really like Katniss and Peeta in the Hunger Games, epescially the second time, but the final book is about rebellion, and the Capital capturing Peeta and Johanna. It's just amazing." 

        "You literally read my mind." I say as the bus finally starts off on our journey home. 

        "Haha, oh and Finnick."

        "He is still alive. Oh my gosh, he is NOT dead." I say with a straight face, and he laughs. He understands my sarcasm. He is just, oh my.

        "What abour Prim?"

        "Oh she annoyed me, eh. All I have to say to her is 'Eh'," I say. He laughs, and checks his phone. "Texas friends?"

        "Ah, yeah. It's my best friend, Tyler. We've been friends since 2nd grade."

        "Do you miss Texas?"

        "Not necessarily. I miss my friends, not Texas. It was really boring."

        "I feel ya. That's how I feel about Indiana. I moved here my freshman year, and I still miss my friends. My family, well they were kind of annoying. I am kind of glad I have gotten away from them. My parents and sisters are still making me miserable though. Oh gosh I'm rambling, sorry!" 

        "No, you're fine. I really haven't had a conversation with someone here thats been more than five minutes." He keeps smiling. His teeth are so white. They are perfect, just like him.