"There. Now, you know every detail." I said, lying back in my chair. We paused for a minute, looking at each other vigorously. "Wow." He finally said. I looked at him and gave him a curious look. "I mean, that's insane. I'm so sorry." He said, looking at me with a frown. I could see his eyes watering. I can't believe he... Cares. "I-It's ok. I'm fine." I said, stuttering over my words. "Yeah, I know. But, I can't help to be sorry. I care. When I care, I get a little emotional and then can't just go off of the topic." He replied, looking down at the table whilst his hands rested in his lap. "It's ok. Yeah, it's been bad but I've overcome it. I know they're still somewhat here with me." I told him, leaning back up against the table and looking at his forehead, considering I couldn't see his face. "Yeah. I guess." He muttered. The bell rung about a minute or so after that. Next, I had math class with my teacher 'Mrs. Gurro'. Weird name, right? She teaches History, which, is my worst subject. It's my least favorite subject of all time. And that overrides Math. M-A-T-H. Math. Anyway, I got up and threw my trash away. He followed behind me and did the same. "What do you have next period?" He asked me. "I have History with Mrs. Gurro." I replied with an irritated tone. "Ew. Mrs. Gurro? History." He said, doing a fake gag. I laughed and looked at him smiling. "Yeah, I know." I said, blushing. "I have Math with Mr. Rieno." He replied, also blushing a bright red. "Ok, just meet me out in the main hall." I told him. "Oh, okay. I guess I'll be seeing you then?" He asked me. He winked after and smiled. I never noticed it but he's actually pretty cute. "Yeah." I replied. We smiled to each other and went to class. As I entered my classroom, Mrs. Gurro called my name. I replied with, "Here.", and walked to my seat. As I got to my seat, she looked at me and replied, "You're late." " I know, I know. I had to stop by the office and give them a paper." I replied. No I didn't. I was just talking to that guy. "Right." She muttered. "Alright, class. Today we're learning about..." The rest of the class was such a blur. I couldn't focus on anything but my thoughts. The bell rung. I walked out to the main hall and waited for him. I saw him walking towards me, flustered and with a frown. "Are you okay?" I asked him, shocked. "No. No I'm f!@#ing not!" he screamed. "Uh, need a ride home? Maybe it will cool you down?" I asked him, just hoping he'd say yes. "Ugh, I guess. Thanks." He replied. We walked to my Mazda-6 and I got in the drivers seat, and of course he got in the passengers. Obviously. I looked over at him and smiled. He put his address in the built-in GPS. It was just a few blocks away. I wish it was longer. "So, how was History?" he asked. "It was... interesting." I said, considering I wasn't even paying attention for half of it. "That's good, I guess." He said, chuckling. About 10 minutes later, we arrived at his house. I pulled into the driveway and looked at him. "Well, this is it." I said, sighing. "Yeah." He replied, looking down. We both looked up, smiling at one another and he leaned forward. I did the same, closing my eyes. We kissed slowly but passionately. I can't believe it. We kissed. I smiled, biting my lip as I pulled away. "I never got your name." He said, biting his lip as well. "Sarah. Sarah Dest." I replied, blushing. "Nathan." He said, putting his hand on the handle. "Nathan..." I whispered as he got out of the car, grabbing his stuff. "Have a wonderful afternoon, Sarah." He said smiling. "You too, Nathan." I replied.
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The Day I Met You
Teen FictionBasically, this is from 19 year old Sarah's POV. She just moved to NC and ... Well... Just read it.