SophoMORE Love (COMPLETED) (Slowly Editing)

It started in the mere 6th grade in the awkward stage where some boys had cooites and some didn't. James was lucky enough to be cootie-free and totally single. He was just as awkward as the rest of us, but I feel as though he saved his awkwardness and didn't use any of it in the one, and only, class we had together. "Jane! You're daydreaming again!" The teachers would yell at me. "Sorry ma'am." I would sweetly reply. James would look up from whatever he was doing and smile just a little bit, as he knew the daily routine. I daydream, I get yelled at, and he slightly laughs every time.

Now, sophomore year. Same crushes. No more cooties. High School. In this dreaded high school, I only have one class with James. One stupid little class. Thanks fate, thanks alot.