Swimming with the Fishies

Awkward...

when i got to home room the next day, i sat in my normal seat, in between my two best friends. Chris came in a few secoinds leter, without sending one glance my way. he sat down in the back row, a little farther away than he was yesterday. did i really send that boy away? i gathered up my courage and went over to him, kneeling down by his desk so we were around the same height, then smoothed down my mini skirt

"hey, why aren't you sitting by me today?" i gave him a cute pouty lip.

"what are you talking about?" he asked giving me a weird look. i cute the cute act off, noticing that it wasnt working very well. or at all for that matter

"you said you were gonna sit next to me today. it's not nice to get someones hopes up"

"what are you talking about?" he repeated

"you called me last night?"

"did i?"

"oh, i guess i must of dreamt it. well, this is awkward"

"a bit" he sent me a smirk as i stood up

"later" i looked down embarrased as i started to walk away

"hey, Sammy?" i looked up at him, aknowleging him. "did you know that you say really funny things when you're tired?"

"i what now?"

"you said something about me and 'Christoper', whoever he is, having kids, saying that they would be very adorable"

"oh God" i mumbled "i seriously said that?"

"yes ma'am"

"wow, i'm sorry. and i dont know who i thought i was talking to but you are Christoper"

"i also think you said something about us getting married?"

"i did?!" i shrieked as ms. Crost came in the room

"all right, that is enough screaming ms. Samantha. have a seat please. i have more news about the meeting"

i made my shame walk over to my seat, trying to ignore all the snide comments as i past my giggling classmates. i rolled my eyes at Callie who was turned around in her chair staring at me with her long lashes almost touching her brows. Jeremy also looked over at me, but he had more of a pleading look on his face, his eyes flitting quickly between me and Callie. he caught me looking at him, and averted his eyes to the front of the room, the tips of his ears, slightly protruding from under his light brown hair, were starting to turn a bright shade of pink. the same color was dancing across the point of his nose and his cheeks. i quietly giggled to myself at the look of my flustered best friend. it was a little obvious that he liked me.

the first reason being that he agreed to anything i said, whether it was complely absurd or now. i learned that one the fun way. for a week straight i only talked to him about weird random stuff. i told him how i wanted to get drunk and make out with my cat. he said it might be fun and he'll make a video of me if i wanted. another time, i asked whether he swallows or spits and he turned the question around asking me the same thing and agreed with me. you have no idea how awkward it is to listen to your comepletly straight guy friend say he likes to swallow. i'm pretty sure another time when he asked for gum i showed him the peice in my mouth and he took it out and plopped it on his tongue! sure we're best friends and we share everything, but that is a little too far, even for couples.

the second reason i know he likes me is due to the face that Callie is a complete loud mouth and told me everything he had just told me! rude, yes, but very helpful. she said something about me 'having the eyes that sparkled' or maybe it was 'i know she only thinks of me as a friend and nothing more, but she totally trusts me and im pretty sure thats better than nothing'. true, but i would rather not have been friendzoned by the guy who i like. and the last thing that i can remember that she said was 'she is the one who makes my heart skip a beat when she walks in the room. she makes the little hairs on the base of my neck stand up when she touches me. i get butterflies in my stomach, butterflies, when she calls my name. she is the one who i am completly and madly in love with and i always have been.' i cried when Callie told me that he likes me, because of this reason. i cant even look at him straight anymore. the ways that he looks at me when i talk about the guy i like are unbearable, that i eventually had to stop going over to his place.

the sound of Ms. Crost talking snapped me out of my trance "-so then of the 87 people signed up, five of you will be chosen. only 13 seniors wanted to go to the meeting, so chances are that you will go with your friends arent very high. Mrs. Harper decided to have the school only pay for five people so you will have the chance to meet new friends and 'broaden your horizen' as she said in the email. so if any of you guys get picked, you cant be shy and boring, you need to be friendly and fun and willing to try new things. there will be new things that none of you have even heard about on this trip. if you aren't fun or friendly, then i dont want you to go to the meeting, okay? i'm not naming names or anything, but i just want you to be able to interact with people without being forced to do so. okay, thats all that i have to say bout the meeting later today. i really hope one of you guys get to experience the journey. ooh, no offence or anything, i just thinki it would be fun. okay, now open books to page 153 and Amy begin reading.

picture is of Jeremy