" How was your summer Emma?" James asked as his tall frame walked towards me whilst he locked his green eyes with my brown ones. I, for one always had a liking towards this dreamy looking jock. My friends thought I had developed a crush on him, which I had but was too shy to openly admit. I feel shivers trickle down my spine as my middle school crush slowly approaches me. This right here was the last thing I was excepting to happen first thing in the morning on my first day of high school. I was terrified enough of getting into this new environment , the last thing I need is for the only boy I've ever actually liked to come up asking me questions. " It was fun" I reply bluntly hoping he'll leave me alone. I'm a bit awkward if you haven't noticed. I quicken my steps , hastily rushing to find my best friend Kiara somewhere in this crowd of obnoxious teenagers. James and I were never really friends, merely acquaintances who spoke in class a couple of times exchanging notes and making pointless small talk just to keep a conversation going. Nothing more, nothing less. The reason James Parkerson had caught my picky eye was because when I looked at him he radiated goodness. He had a kind of innocence which was difficult to find in boys these days. While other boys were hanging out talking about ' which ass they wanted to tap' James was out taking his mom to the mall or actually spending time with his loved ones. I am inclined towards his warmth and he seems to be inclined to me but I make it a point to never think much of it. I don't want to believe anything good will ever happen here because every time I've gotten my hopes up in the past I've been let down and I don't want it happening again. You can say I'm trying to protect my heart from disappointment.
The math teacher wont stop talking and my head feels like the entire weight of the world is resting on it. Yeah, math does that to me. He's been going on an on about some dumb theories which I guarantee you not even ten percent of the class cares about. I don't even get how algebra will ever help me out in life. No sane person in the real world asks you to find out what 2a+2b is. I'm sitting with styles and Kiara while I pretend to fiddle with my pen but my entire attention is focused on James who has seated himself next to this dumb blonde who is giggling away to glory while lightly touching his arm every now and then. "I see what you're doing , I see it alright blondie" I say to myself. I quickly try to shake off my thoughts. I don't like feeling vulnerable and thats exactly whats happening here , why do I care anyway. He shouldn't affect me so much , I don't want him to affect me so much.
"You're thinking about James again aren't you?" I here Kiara whisper to me so no one else in class notices. Her grey weary eyes examine my expression for an answer as her pale face eagerly waits for a response. " Is it that obvious ?" I say. Kiara's always thought that James was right for me. She never really liked any of the other guys who came my way but she always stated that he was a good one which made me more and more smitten. " No Emma its just that I know you like the back of my hand, I always know whats going on in that head of yours " she says and a smiles spreads across my face. I couldn't imagine having a better best friend.
