And I Love Her

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Quietly, I sat at my desk beside the wall in math class. The green chalk board wore white marks explaining our assignment for the day. My eyes gazed down upon the white page, littered with dark inked math problems. I sighed to myself, uninterested in what lay in front of me.

Then, my gaze wandered towards the small sketchbook sat at the top right corner of my desk. Why don't we make this class a little less boring...

My eyes went towards the teacher's desk, front and center of the classroom. A very boring looking old lady sat there with her head in a romance novel I had no interest in. She's distracted...

As I grabbed the sketchbook, a boy with blonde hair falling to his shoulders got up from his desk just two desks behind mine. Intrigued, I looked to him, but he didn't take any notice of me as he walked up to the teacher's desk. Now uninterested, once again, I thought for a moment as to what or who I should draw.

What's that boy's name again? Whatever... doesn't matter... he's cute, yeah... but I don't even know him! Ugh... it's not like he'll see it anyways...

I began sketching the boy as he talked with Mrs. Snow. The angle is weird... but I can still see his face... what's your name, blondie?

After a moment or two, he stepped away, and began walking back towards his desk. He's frustrated... but why? Something about these stupid math problems...

He didn't take any notice to me as he sat down. Good... that could've been weird... okay... what do I draw now?

Before I could answer my own question, the bell had rung. Everyone stood up and quickly grabbed their books and things. I did the same, but wasn't quick enough. The boy began walking by me, when his gaze wandered towards my desk and sketchbook.

"Woah, did you draw me!?" He asked.

Astonishment had been painted across his face. Now that we stood face to face, I got a good look at him. His eyes were a beautiful blue that mimicked the sky above, I'm sure if you looked hard enough you'd find clouds or maybe a bird somewhere. He also held thin lips with a nose pointed inwards and a chin with a little indent in the middle.

"Uh, yeah..." I shut the book and slid it underneath my arm along with my textbook and homework. We began walking side by side out the classroom.

"I've never had anyone draw me before. That's really cool." I smiled. The two of us stood just beside the classroom door as our fellow students walked around the bustling hall.

"Thanks," oh good... I thought he'd be mad...

"I'm Kurt, by the way." Kurt... got it...

"I'm Y/n..."

"Y/n," He spoke, almost testing out the sound, "Cool, uhm, I guess I'll see ya." I waved as we parted ways.

"Yeah, see ya..."

Shit... I've made a friend... kind of... ugh... dammit! I don't want any friends... whatever... he's just gonna be fake like all of the other ones... he was probably just being nice... Kurt...

Now, I sat in sixth period history with my head in the clouds. Maybe he really wants to be friends... nah... why would he wanna be friends with me? Why would anyone? I don't want any anyways... fuck friends...

Suddenly, the bell rang, causing me to jump out of my thoughts. The teacher began his lesson as I completely tuned out. Eventually, class ended, and I quietly walked to my locker, turning the dial to the right numbers without even thinking.