Friday Nights

...Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious...

As I wandered in the hallway watching the muscular flow of the boy's back a couple mere feet ahead of me, my thoughts were driving me crazy. It's like my brain went AWOL or something.

I still hadn't been paying attention to anything he had said, as I was still disctracted by his huge body, I had no idea where we were going. He still held on tightly to my hand, making warm sparks shoot up my arm, leaving light tingles in their wake.

Once he stopped, I finally looked around. We were at Mrs. Sandy's office, the school nurse. He pushed open the door, then motioned to my dress once Mrs. Sandy was paying attention, explaining everything. He looked back at me with those gorgeous brown eyes, smiling, and it was then that I realized that I was blushing so bad that I think I was darker than a tomato.

I looked shamefully at the ground, letting my hand drop from the boy's grip. But before my hand let go of his, he held it tighter, then got closer to me, inches apart. He hovered over me, unsure. Then he hesitantly brought his hand to my face and lightly brushed it with his thumb.

Suddenly, he spoke. "What is your name, beautiful?" I blushed again. No one has ever called me beautiful except my friends and family, even Asher. "S-Sierra," I stuttered. His gentle smile grew wider. "Sierra," he tried, my name rolling off his tongue, and I shivered at the sound of it.

Smirking, held my hand to his plump lips and kissed it, as if he knew the effect he had on me. Then he dropped my hand and left.

I stared for a couple seconds, dumbfounded, then his head popped in the doorway. "My name's Jake, by the way." Winking, he closed the door behind him.