29 parts Ongoing MatureWe rounded the corner, breathless, and I saw him.
There he was, just stepping out of the classroom door. I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to look at something else as my heart skipped. But I couldn't help it-I stole a glance, my eyes lingering at the side of his face.
Did he see me?
I couldn't tell. He seemed to glance in my direction-maybe it was just my imagination. After all, I wasn't the type of girl who would catch the attention of someone like him. I wasn't even looking for that kind of attention. I wasn't interested in relationships. Not yet, anyway.
I liked my freedom-no strings, no expectations. I wasn't ready to commit to someone when I was still figuring out what I wanted from life.
