The Size of our hearts

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"Well you all know the drill, you guys should introduce yourselves to the new student" said a teacher whose name I assumed was Mr.Martois as it was written on the board. My cheeks flashed bright red. "Hamid Let's start from you."

He looked up at the teacher and slowly removed his hat to reveal curly dark brown hair. His eyes shuffled for a while then finally rested on me. "My name is Hamid Salem and I hope Naeveh finds it easy to fit in. He gave me a one sided smile and sat down.

He gently placed his cap back on his head and went back to his still position and stared at the table. 

He wasn't the type of person to start conversations and I wasn't brave enough to do it myself so I just sat in silence and self consciousness for the rest of the class.

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We had a history test coming up but I couldn't read I sat at my desk just trying to get the words into my head but I couldn't. 

I opened up to World War 1 but once again the only image in my head was brown eyes  the only words crossing my mind were "Hamid Salem" I  grabbed my phone from my beside and made my way back to my office seat. 

I opened up google. I typed in his name. So many options and people came up. There was even an option that said 'Prince of Arabia: Hamid Salem'. I switched off my phone.

How could someone be so imperceptible. I closed my history book, I already knew this stuff anyways.

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The bell rang for second period, meaning I was going to sit beside Hamid for a whole hour I didn't know whether I was nervous or excited, I thought to myself as I shoved my History textbook into my bag, I slung it across my shoulder as I headed for Math class. I looked through the window of the door and sure enough there he was. He sat hunched over the table writing in a green book with a symbol on it I couldn't quite see from where I was standing.

I heard footsteps quickly approaching, I glanced left as I saw my math teacher heading my way. I turned back quickly and headed for my seat. I wedged past Hamid as I was too shy to ask him to move in his chair.

I dropped my bag on the floor and sunk into my seat. I tightly shut my eyes as I took a deep breath and opened my mouth as I opened my eyes. "Hi" I said a little bit too enthusiastically. His eyes shot to the right as he confirmed I was talking to him then he looked back at me. "Hey" he said so fast I almost missed it and with no enthusiasm at all or eye contact. I could already tell this conversation wouldn't go very far, but of course stupidly I kept talking.

"So... what's your name?" I mentally slapped myself across the face.

His tore his eyes away from the pages of his notebook and looked at me with curiosity. Then he let out air from his nose slowly. "Hamid." "Like I said yesterday" He added quickly before going back to his notebook. I am aware dark skinned people do not blush but I could feel myself turning bright red. "Right" I whispered through gritted teeth. I was definitely not going to say anything for the rest of this class, "Can you pronounce your name again?" He said as he continued to write. "Me?" I asked in confusion. "Yes" He said as an almost invisible smirk played onto his face. "Neveah but you can just call me Eva" I said quickly.

"I'll just call you Neveah."

I couldn't stop smiling to myself, the conversation was like oxygen to me.

What a typical teenage girl I was.