Green Apple: The Story Of Maya & Dylan {on hold}

Chapter 04-Maya: Four Classes And FRENCH?!

Chapter 04-Maya: Four Classes, And FRENCH?!

MAYA'S POV

It's mathematics now and I'm more than ready to slam my head on the desk. Dylan's situated right beside me, most likely scribbling down every single word Miss Jessica wrote on the board. Lesson three of the first day of school and I am ready for the next summer break. Dylan's been in my every class since homeroom and it isn't easy to concentrate during classes, much less with him in it.

All I can really think of is what happened in English. Dylan and Colin coming over to talk, the coca-cola incident. Even as I take a sip from the bottle I think of him. It's so weird, but I'm glad I didn't need to ask a stranger from my class and do the awkward project that could cost my grade.

So many questions are going on in my head. Firstly, what was Dylan thinking when he decided to partner with me? Is it because it was easy to ask someone you've met before questions compared to a total stranger?

And I only managed to ask him one question before the bell rang. That wasn't much progress, but I'll have to take what I can get. My grade is my priority, even if it meant getting a hot guy's number without any romantic purposes.

"What is your favourite colour?" I had asked him. As if it wasn't obvious what he likes. His bag is green, his file is green, his phone cover is green. Heck even his pencil case is green. Of course he had said, "Green." with a smug look on his face. I'm not observant enough. I bet he thinks I'm dumb now. No one holding plenty of green stuff is going to say that he or she likes yellow and despises the colour green.

And to make things worse, I had a temporary 'brave' moment where I asked for his number. And I forgot to give him mine. Now my awkwardness has started piling high. As high as a skyscraper. I felt blood rushing to my face but I hoped no one saw me blushing so furiously.

He's right next to me, and I do nothing to make conversation or anything on our project. I don't even think I'm going to call him. I only have the courage to speak to him or call when he does it first. No way am I going to be the one who makes the arrangements.

I glance at him. He's...he's...he's making notes with a green pen...and he...he...he has different shades of green! Green correction tape, a green notebook, a green coloured mechanical pencil, a green eraser...

Green! Green! Green everywhere! Is that why his eyesight is perfect? Either that or I don't see his glasses or contacts.

Did he rob some store that sells green-coloured stationery? Hulk must be like, his favourite character too. Either that or it's one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Or maybe that assassin lady from Guardians Of The Galaxy. Or maybe...

He likes Kermit from The Muppets?

What am I doing? Just because Dylan's stuff are mostly green doesn't mean he only likes green characters! I don't even know why I'm thinking of it during math lesson. Math, of all lessons! I think I need help. Serious help. A dose of reality to wake me up from my imaginative mind.

And then I realise his shirt's green as well, turtle-print. And he has light green sneakers. Thankfully it was not an all-green outfit, because he's wearing a pair of acid washed jeans. I bet if he had glasses, those would be green too. I suddenly felt like looking at his eyes. Does he have a bit of green amongst the blue-grey eyes? I need to know, I want to know-

I jolt out of my silly thoughts as Dylan just caught me staring. Whoops. This is going to be awkward. I don't and never want to be awkward friends with people. My jaw is wide open and I don't think I can even make a sound. It happens when I'm caught red-handed. If I weren't blushing this very moment, my name isn't Maya Irwin.