He's Cuban I believe?
I don't know
His name has a cool spelling
Part of it makes up the word air
So I call him Air
He always laughs when i do and shakes his head
When i walk into math every morning
He looks up expectedly
I guess for me to speak or smile
But i hate mornings so i dont
I just sit and eat my breakfast listening to music
Then sometimes I'll turn around
He'll smile and laugh at what i say
I always ask him why is he so tickled
He says because I'm funny
I smile and say thanks
When we leave class I walk his way
I noticed it was a short cut
I'm oblivious to the world in between classes
I listen to music and day dream
My face automatically turns into a mugg
Making me unapproachable
Unless you actually knew me
He'll walk close by me
Shoulders almost touching
Until I finally look up and smile at him
He'll smile back
Then walk ahead
But slow down towards the door to open the door for me
I'll tell him thanks
Then he'll go some other way
I don't know where he goes
But some how he always beats me to class
When I walk in he'll stare and smile at me
Until i smile back awkwardly
And we both laugh
In class sometimes i see from the corner of my eye
Him staring
I never look his way
Because truthfully I find physics interesting
But most of the time he's speaking Spanish with this other girl
They laugh and talk
I tune it out with my music
Because I hate the way spanish sounds
And i hate the way this gay boy in the back yells all class period for no reason
I just hate everyone at school to be honest
But Air
He's a cool guy
