Day 9
Jonathan.
Annabella is back
For some reason
My eyes would scan the classroom
And always come back to her
She caught me a few times
I always sent her a smile
Which she returned
Though it didn't
Reach her eyes
That seemed to have
Sort of lost
A type of spark
As if they
Need to be recharged
But were beautiful
Anyways
It's hard to explain
When class was over
I purposely waited for her
To come out
So we could officially meet
She bumped into my shoulder
Her precalculus book shuttered
From the impact
She looked towards me
Expectantly
I could feel
The nervous perspiration
Developing on my hand
I guess a hand shake
Isn't an option
I scratched the side of my head
"Hi I'm Jonathan, your Annabella right?" I asked
In a rush of words
That I hoped she would understand
She smiled
"Yes, nice to meet you"
She said shyly as she put her hand out
Great. I thought
I quickly made a fist
With my hand
And said
"Knuckle touch time"
Like a complete idiot
She giggled
And our fists clashed
Against each other
As I walked with her
To the next period
That she never knew we shared
I couldn't take my mind
Off her nose
It was adorable
And scrunched up
Slightly when she laughed
It made me laugh
It made me smile
It made me...
I don't know
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