Maybe

The beginnig

It is crazy. Two years ago I saw him in the hallways of the highschool and he meant nothing. I remember seeing him before he was my teacher, back then I never focus on him. But two years ago fate wanted him to be my teacher. At first I found him kind of handsome but clearly too old for a girl my age, for a girl like me, insignificant.

I spent the classes observing him, his hands, his desarming blue eyes hiding behind those glasses, everything about him for me was just perfect. And while I focused on him, he seemed to ignore me. That were the first few months, then a huge event in my highschool was comming, it was kind of a talent show were every student could do anything artistic on a stage. I never thought of doing anything on a stage, I mean, me? A shy little girl who blushed only with a sight? No, no and definetly no. That was what I said to my friend when she ask me to perform with her, sadly as always I was convinced. Because of our performance was musical, we needed some kind of teacher who help us with the sheets, and who was the only music teacher of our highschool? Yes, you guessed it, it was him.

-You need to notify the Advisor.

- Yes, we know -Emma said- , but first we wanted to notify you.

He raised his right eyebrow. -Why?

- Because we need you Mr. Hughes -I said way too desperate- , I mean with the sheets. We need your help with the sheets. -God, could I be more stupid?

-Oh! Of course, the sheets -He was so handsome when he smiled, I was smiling too, but then...- , it will be pleasure to help you Emma and your friend too. Sorry, your name is... -Jennifer, it's Jennifer, idiot!.-

-It's Jennifer. -I said pretending that I didn't care that he didn't know my name.

<< He doesn't even know my name>>