Stolen (Chapter 1)

I giggled, then blushed. He had given me his smile wrapped up in a heart. I could see him a row down from my third period class in the back biting his pencil and smiling at my face from behind, while I sat in the front row. I turned back while stroking my hair with my index finger. Trying and trying to finish this essay due in five minutes. Yet again my eyes leaned over my shoulders to look back, to see him waving his pencil as to a waving hand. I laughed with my eyes and turned back upon my sheet...it's unsure why I'm hooked on what happened last afternoon. It was all a blur but not forgotten... I had invited him over my house to go over homework around six forty four while the sun was getting set to disappear. We laughed and shared a couple jokes , nothing out of the ordinary. I had asked him if he wanted something to drink, he replied "Yes, thank you". I had gotten up from the couch and walked over to my kitchen, then I felt lips on my neck and fingers going through my hair........