Behind The Mask

Ch. 5

Blake's P.O.V

Gosh, she just looks so perfect. My feelings for her grow every time I see her. Olivia's desk is far from mine since I am all the way in the back, but I don't mind. It gives me a better angle to see her from.

Wow, creep much? My sub-conscience tells me. I just ignore it.

I am not "creeping" or whatever, I just want to see her. I mean, can you blame me? I like her. I really, really like her.

I notice that she is wearing jeans with a gray t-shirt that says, "Got OJ?". So she likes orange juice; I will keep that noted. She also has her beautiful light brown hair down. Plus she has a pair of white, shiny Vans on. Although, her sparkly Vans don't compare with the sparkle of her spectacular eyes. They are breathtaking, spectacular, astonishing; pretty much any word you can think of that is a synonym for amazing.

"Alright guys, please take your seats. I know the final bell hasn't rung but we have a lot to do today." Ms. Traylor says. I sit down at my desk and take out my iPad.

What?!? You never know when you're going to have to take notes.

Ms. Traylor takes attendance and then continues to speak. "I have an announcement to make. This weekend, in spirit of back to school week, a carnival is going to be held here at the school. There will be rides, games, a dunking booth, and lots of food!" She says.

Ring! There's the final bell. Ms. Traylor continues, "All the proceeds will go to a charity of some sort. I believe it is for the Make A Wish foundation. It is a really good cause, you should all come."

Maybe I will. I think. I could even ask Olivia to go with me. But it isn't really romantic or whatever. I don't really know if it is. Like I said before, I've never really gone out with someone. But this is for Olivia, so it needs to be something amazing, just like her. Not just a carnival. It would still be fun to go with her, though. That way I could get closer to her; really get to know her.

"Hello? Earth to Blake. Anyone home?" Olivia says with a huge smile on her face. I tune back in and realize she is laughing at me for zoning out.

"Sorry," I say blushing a bit. "What's up?" Really?!? What's up? I must appear like such a dork to her.

"The ceiling." She replies, still laughing.

"Funny. Are you a comedian now?" I say with a witty look.

"Only on weekends, and as a side job." She says with a hint of sarcasm. Wow, she's good. "Anyways, here you go." She hands me a piece of paper with a chart on it. "It is the grading rubric that Ms. Traylor will be using to grade our projects. She said to pick one up from the front of the classroom, but you were too zoned out so I picked one up for you. It also has the due date of the project, which is on Tuesday."

"Thanks." Is all I manage to say. Then, my fears came true. It became awkward! That was the last thing I wanted between us. I decide to be the one that breaks the silence between us.

"Sooooo..." I begin. I realize she is debating talking about what happened to us yesterday. I man up and start to speak. I mean, no one could hear our conversation anyways since we were in the very back of the room and everyone was talking. "Look, about yesterday, I uh...umm...I..." Then she interrupts me.

"We should work on our project, right?" I am taken aback by her response. I thought she would want to talk about it. I guess just not right now.

"Okay, yeah. Right." She looks at me apologetically but then starts to work on our project.

Silence. It fills the space between us. We work on our project in it. No eye contact, no speaking, nothing. Olivia works on organizing our information in our presentation while I work on finding the pictures and citing our research. We are actually really far in our project. All we need is to find an interview or something to support our information. But other than that we just need to do some editing and we're done.