A few days later, it was a Saturday I think, I found myself at Casey’s house to finish an assignment. Since my computer decided to crash on me the night before, Casey insisted that I used his. That was perfectly fine with me. I found it a little unfair that I had an assignment due so soon. I was given the task the day I started when other’s had theirs a week or two longer than I did. I swore that history teacher hated me.

“So, what’s the assignment on?” Casey asked once he separated his mouth from his new girlfriend’s. Her name was Sara.


“Oh. Isn’t that, like, a lost city or something?”

 I snorted. “No, stupid. That’s Atlantis. Pompeii was a city what was destroyed by-” I paused midsentence and went read while Casey grinned and turned to face me fully.

“You didn’t stutter!” He said in excitement.

“I-I…w-well…I-Its b-because I-I kn-knew wh-what I was t-talking ab-about…” I trailed off, my cheeks burning up.

“Aw, Addie was right, you are adorable.” He cooed and pinched my cheeks before turning back to Sara. “Isn’t he adorable?”

“Oh yeah. Sure.” She mumbled bitterly before sitting up on Casey’s bed.

I remember feeling oddly smug when she said that.

“I don’t see why you hate history so much, Jack. You’re so good at it!” Casey glanced over my shoulder at the laptop screen.

“N-Not r-really.” I stammered before glancing at Sara who was glaring at me. Talk about awkward.

“Whoa, look at those statues. They look so real!”

“Um…th-that’s because they are. W-Well kinda. Th-They’re actually pl-plaster casts of th-the victim’s o-of Vesuvius.”

“Who’s that?”

“A-a v-volcano.” I replied with a smile.

I watched Casey’s mouth turn into a neat ‘O’ shape before he began laughing. “Ah! I’m so stupid. A volcano! That’s pretty cool!”

“Y-Yeah. I-I guess.”

Casey was wide-eyes as he read through my essay. I pursed my lips slightly and watched his facial expressions. He had many, I realized. One moment he would be completely serious, and the next his eyes would widen slightly and the corner of his mouth would twitch. Sometimes, his nose will scrunch and he’d move his mouth left to right. But right now, he was smiling. His eyes, which I now realize were a light shade of blue, were alight with amazement which confused me. What was so amazing about that essay? It was only three pages.

“This is awesome Jack!” Casey exclaimed once he was done. “You’re bound to get full marks!”

I gave a small smile and shook my head. “I-It isn’t f-finished y-yet.”

“It’s not? Crap, I’m sorry, I’ve distracted you. Finish it, man and then I want to read the rest.”

I gave a hesitant nod and gnawed on my bottom lip as I began typing again while deep in thought, why do I feel so weird?


When I was done, I printed out my essay and allowed Casey to look over it before I left. I politely declined his offer for a ride home and walked. He didn’t live too far from me; only two blocks. I shoved my hands in my pockets as I walked down the path. It was a nice afternoon that day; the sun was out and the breeze was only brief. I let out a breath as I looked up at the sky. It was beautiful. Clouds were almost non-existent today, leaving nothing but a deep sea of blue.