Cookie Dough.

The Plot.

I sat down again. Another boring school day, I thought. "But Mark will keep me entertained," I told myself. Just then, Mark himself came in the room. 

He sat behind me. Throwing what he had in his hand at me-in this case, an eraser, he grinned as I turned, fake-annoyed, to give him a fake-lecture on why he shouldn't be throwing erasers at innocent people but instead secretly enjoying to be able to stare at him creepily for a little longer. Those eyes...his smile...I will never stop thinking of him. He's too addictive.

"Uh...why are you staring at me?" Mark asked.

Embarrassed, I focused on him. "Stop throwing these," I said...and threw it back.

He laughed. What a beautiful sound. With all the prettiness a male laugh can come with.

God, I need to focus. Oh, major exam coming up in a couple of days! No prob, let's go ahead and think of Mark...

I can't be thinking of him all day. This can't do. Either I'll have to get over him, or make him fall for me so he can think of me and suffer.

Ha, I'll take the latter. Operation: Make Mark Fall For Angela in progress!

Whoo. Now, we'll have to get started.

***

I went home. Opening a random cupboard, I found a box of cookie dough.

That box will never see this kitchen again. Ha, it's mine now, suckers.

Smiling happily, I bounded into my room with my cookie dough and thoughts of Mark. How can I make the dumb idiot fall for me? I mean, I have known him for a pretty long time. I don't think he hates me much. We talk a lot.

We're perfect for each other. Or maybe I'm just giving myself that illusion because I'm completely smitten with him.

Of course. Look at you! You just told yourself, '13 hours till I see him next...' My stupid, reasoning inner voice told me.

Maybe I was taking this a bit too far. I decided to talk this out with my friends tomorrow.

We'll see how this goes...