Why am I not normal?
Celeste wondered, sitting in her chair puzzled, with her head in the palm of her hand, lazily gazing off into the corner of the room during her math lecture.
This was a common thought that flooded Celeste's head quite frequently. It was one of many that derailed her mind from focusing on what she truly came to school for. Learning.
But, there was good reason for this thought. Something was truly wrong with the girl. This something immediately defined her as 'abnormal'. She was different. Special-- some would say. This, the girl knew. She didn't know much, but she knew she was, as she called herself, weird. Which then brought her back to her earlier question.
Why am I not normal?
She wasn't the only one who knew she was different.
He did too.
The boy behind her. He watched her constantly.
Weird right?
He thought so too.
It wasn't like that at first. The first time he saw her, he found her captivating. It was was simply a developing crush. He found the girl beautiful. They had every lecture together, it was hard not to look at her. But he wanted to do more than look at her. He wanted to talk to her, ask her on a date, know her life, family, secrets. He wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch her, be with her.
But the courage to do it? He had none.
So he sat behind her, to the right, diagonally. Just watching.
Per usual.
The boy stared at her profile. She was still sitting in her chair, still puzzled, head in the palm of her hand, gazing off into the corner of the room. Not paying attention to today's lecture at all. Not like he was either, he was watching her.
He noticed that she spaced out frequently. It seemed like nowadays she never paid attention to any class they were in. She was always in her own little world. Never seemed to be in reality.
The boy took this time to admire her hair, different from last week. Last week her hair was lavender. This week it was a pastel pink. Her hair seemed to change regularly and to only two or three pastel colors. Every now and then it was a periwinkle type of color but he hadn't seen that in a while.
Why does she change her hair so much?
"Celeste!"
Her professor called her name, seeing as he too noticed that she was not paying attention to today's math lecture.
The girl jumped in her seat startled by being so quickly pulled out of her thoughts and the boy switches his eyes over to his professor.
Celeste faced forward and gives all her attention to her professor.
"Yes! H-hi. Me..sorry."
"What times 'R' gives you 'R squared'?"
It was an extremely easy question, which the professor gave her purposely, and she knew the answer. She wasn't dumb, she just wasn't ready. So she blanked.
"That would be..um. It would be that one uhm..thing.." she dragged along.
Then, a loud cough along with the mutter of the answer 'R' comes from behind her.
It was the boy.
"R! 'R' times 'R' gives you 'R squared'." She flashed her professor a sweet apologetic smile that read 'I'm sorry I'm not listening to your lecture please don't flunk me'.
