i have seven classes.
seven in all.
first period- bible
second period- science
third period-algebra
fourth period- US history
fifth period- theatre
sixth period- english
seventh period- singing
five out of those seven i have with him.
five.
out of seven.
i cant help but look at him,
talk to him,
and think about him.
and i try to stop.... but it just gets worse.
am i excited?
no.
am i scared?
yes.
i am fucking terrified.
