Ansel? Ansel. <ON HOLD>

Chapter 1

I was 15 when I first met Ansel. He was 16 and he was in my English class at La Guardia high school. On the first day of school he walked in to class and slid in to the desk next to mine. The first thing I noticed about him was how attractive he was. Why would he sit next to me? Me with my baggy cardigan and chuck taylors, my shoulders slumped to the point of no return and my mousy brown hair in a curly mess all the way down my back. I had tried to tackle the beast that morning but all I got was more frizz. Stupid humidity. On a good day it was only semi-manageable. I furiously tried to pat down the front of my hair , but to no avail . That boy was staring at me. Did I have something on my face? He stuck out his hand and said ,"I'm Ansel, what's your name?" .There is a god. I shook it and said weakly ," Olivia ...". I blushed furiously, not knowing what to say. Should I say something ? Nope? I'm just going to read then. I opened the giver to one of the many dog-eared pages and sank in to the book. That's better. Wait he's talking again,"What are you reading?" What am I reading? "Um the...er .. t-the giver " I managed to get out. Smooth."What's that?". More questions from the hot boy. fan-freaking-tastic. I'll spare you my long winded explanation that consisted of about 10% explaining about the giver and 90% "um"s and "er"s but for some reason Ansel listened the whole time with wrapt attention. "That sounds awesome." he told me. He sounded serious. "I love it so much" I gushed. He smiled at me and in my head time froze and I must have looked ridiculous. But all good things must come to an end and the bell rang, signifying the start of class. As we listened to the teacher drone on about classroom expectations a note hit my desk. It said, " meet me in the courtyard for lunch?" I looked over at Ansel and he grinned.