In the End

Chapter 2

He walked me to second period. Sat next to me in second.  We got in trouble for talking. I went to lunch. Mara and I sat together. We were sitting there talking. It was Mara, Rachel,  Farah, and I. I told Mara I had met this new guy named Emerson. They all looked at me with shock. "Emerson Williams?" They asked. "Yup thats the one," I said casually. They looked at me with wide eyes. "He's only the most attractive guy in school," mara replied. Rachael said if she could ever date him she would. Honestly I got a little jealous.

Why am I jealous? It's not like we are a couple? At least I don't think people think that.

Just as our conversation about him was wrapping up. He came over and plopped down in the chair right next to me. I wanted to die of laughter. Everybody at the table looked as if they saw a ghost. "Are you okay?" Emerson asked the table. I told him they were fine just nervous because it was the first day and they were stressed. They couldn't even carry on their conversations in full sentences anymore. They sounded ridiculous. Emerson and I had a wonderful chat about how we thought art would be. Then the bell rang for third period. I promise I had never felt so embarrassed in my life.

We were sitting in third period, Spanish. The teacher went through all the normal this is what is expected routine. Everything we say has to be in Spanish. So when I zoned out the first thing that came out of my mouth was "His eyes are so dreamy" in a daze. The teacher said "And tell me why miss Finley his eyes are dreamy?" Me realizing what I said panicked and asked to go to the bathroom.

Sitting in the stall my phone vibrated and I got a text from Mara asking me what the hell just happened and what was I talking about. I avoided it and told her it wad nothing I was reading a book and thinking about the character from the movie.

Good one Finley. You don't have to lie to Mara. She's your best friend. But I don't know what or how I feel about this boy. He makes me feel like a million dollars just by looking at me. But I don't know what that means exactly.

I went back to class and explained the same lie I had told Mara to everybody and the teacher seemed satisfied enough. Finally third period had ended and just as I walked out into the hall. I saw those green eyes you can't miss. Waiting like a puppy dog. He walked over and Mara gave me a confused look I shrugged and said I would talk to her later.

As Emerson and I walked to class I actually felt good, as weird as it sounds. I was happy. Which is great because I haven't been this happy in a while. "Do you like keeping me company?" I asked. He was silent for a moment and opened his mouth as if he were about to say something but closed it again. Then he said a few minutes later "why wouldn't I?" Now that I thought about it. I really didn't know. "I don't know maybe you think I'm a loser wanna be my only friend" I said as we laughed. In art we say next to each other. I never knew How amazing he was at art until today. "So is there anything else you're good at?" I asked admiring his  work. He had doodle a beautiful girl.

"Well I can cook, sing, play guitar,  and I'm great at video games," he said like it was nothing. I was so shocked.  "You can?" I asked surprised as can be. He looked at me like he was thinking. The cutest grin came across his face. "What?" I asked confused. "Well, I just had a great idea," he said while still doodling. "Well tell me silly," I said with anticipation. "Okay okay, fine, I was thinking you should come over after school today and I could show you and prove I'm good at all of those things?" he said unsure and maybe even scared about my answer.I sat there for a minute, pulled out my phone,  texted my mom and asked if I could go to a friend house after school. She replied back and said why not she's glad I'm making friends but if I wanna leave or something goes wrong text or call her and she will come get me.

"Yup she said I could go." I said with enthusiasm. Instantly his face lit up. And about a few minutes later school ended. "What bus do you ride?" I asked curiously. He laughed at me. "I don't ride the bus silly I drive," he said leading me out to his pick up truck. He took my bag and put it in the back seat.