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Today.

Today. This was the day. My first day as a junior, at Wattson High. Lots of my friends would be excited, but not me. I am a quiet person with a private life. Nobody really knows who I am, they just ask for homework answers. I don't really mind, I'm not that social anyways.

"Did you hear, there's a new student?" One says loudly attempting to whistle. "Is he cute?" I giggle at that comment. No one here is at this school deems to be attractive. Not even the slightest. As I hear students pray, for a hot new guy, I look at the window and think. "I don't think this guy would ever talk to me, I mean, who hangs out at the library anyways? Ms. Gloria? I mean, she is the librarian."

The bell had already rung and he sat in the back, where I was. Next to me, where I was. I was getting more anxious by the second. I felt his eyes burning next to mine and I was having a severe tremor attack. I got up and moved seats, and acted like it was nothing.

He. Moved. With. Me.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I froze.