Class Princess

He sat there.. Completely unknowing of me staring at the back of his head and how he played with the hair under his chin. He was like a Greek god, which was what we were learning. He was much like Zeus and I was Aphrodite... But I'm not his daughter this isn't that type of story. He sat there and just did nothing and wrote. Before I had time to act like I wasn't staring like I was he turned his head and looked at me and I didn't know how to act so I just looked back at him as my heart rushed. He didn't say anything to me or even smile but I don't know why I just couldn't help but wanting to hug him as hard as humanly possible.