First day of 7th grade. That's when I met him.
I was sitting near the front of my 5th period when he walked in. I didn't notice him at first but as soon as I did,my heart stopped. He was beautiful... he had curly black hair I wanted to run my fingers through, thick square glasses that made his beautiful eyes look bigger, and he was wearing a colorful Hawaiian shirt.
"Richie Tozier? You're late."
So that's his name, Richie.
"Yeah, Yeah, I know." He replies.
He sits next to me.
Shit.
He looks at me. "Hey, you ok? You're seriously red."
"Yeah, I just had gym" nice save Eddie! Just make sure he never learns that your mom is too concerned for your health to let you have gym.
"Ah, makes sense. Mr. Simpkin really hates me, always makes me run an extra lap" he says as he adjusts in his seat.
Shit. He's cute. Ok uhm, quick! Keep the conversation going.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he finds happiness in torturing students"
He laughs and my joke. His laugh is pure music to my ears. It's not a giggle, but it's not a chuckle, it's just perfect. I want to hear it again and again.
"Oh yeah, probably turns him on seeing our legs practically become noodles after the mile run." He says through his beautiful laughter.
