I felt a rush as I went to my locker, all I could think about I'd how he winked a me. Although I was kinda sad too, I knew that if one of the populars saw him they would totally get him I'm a trance like all the other guys at this school. I walk to class in a daze and them tell myself "who am I kidding, he was probably just trying to see how stupid I could be." I sigh and walk into the class room and sit down and read, no one sitting with me like always. Soon the late bell rang and the teacher came in with kid following him, I hide my face in my book. The teacher tells everyone to say hi and has him sit next to me . I turn red and keep reading hoping that he wouldn't notice me, but of corse he plays with my ponytail and whispers "I like your hair, it reminds me of this girl I met on the bus this morning." I try not to look up and whisper back "well is she pretty or ugly?" He chuckled "I don't remember, look up so I can refresh my memory" I smile and the teacher says "kid I know you're new and all but please don't flirt while I'm teaching" I could feel everyone's eyes on us and hear one of the populars snicker"eww, who in their right mind would flirt with her of all people" he stands up and looks at them "I would of corse, I think it's a heck of a lot better then flirting with a snoot brat like you!" Everything goes still, I mean you could literally hear a hair fall. Even the teacher was shocked at what just happened and all kid did was sit back down. The teacher awkwardly goes back to teaching and I could hear the sniffles of the girl starting to cry. I looked at him and whisper "you didn't have to stand up for me like that, I'm used to it" he smiled and winks at me not saying a thing. I blush a little and get back to work trying not to think about how bad things are going to get after this class. After a whilst the bell rings, I try my hardest to be the last one out so the populars don't corner me but kid decided to stay and help me get my stuff ready."I'm sorry I made a scene I didn't mean to make things worse" he try's to smile feeling both confident and horrible, I guess because of me. I give him a comforting smile "it's fine, to be honest I was kinda flattered. No ones ever stuck up for me before and expecially not like that" he chuckles "you must be lying, a girl as beautiful as you?" I look away trying not to show how red I'm getting "I-I'm not beautiful, the other girls are way prettier then i am... You should be flirting with them" his hand touched mind as I try to pick up my book and he whispers "I could never like someone like them, they're pratically plastic and plus who can like plastic when I'm talking to perfection?" He slowly kisses my cheek and walks off.
