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I've never felt this way before. It's honestly kinda sickening. That feeling when you can't help thinking about them when there not there.
I wonder what he's doing right now, probably listening to music.


"Miss Wilson, pay attention." My teacher Mrs. Anderson said.      

                                                              

"Sorry" I said trying to focus.

I really wish I could pay attention but it's like I can't get him out of my head.
It didn't help that he was in my last period class.

During lunch I usually just sit by myself or either one or two of my friends. While I was trying to find my friends I notice someone with a hoodie was sitting at my table. Since I couldn't see who it was I waited for them to turn around.

"omg..why is he at my table.."


He kept looking around like he was looking for someone. I guess I should go over there.
As I was walking towards the table I started to get extremely nervous.
Why would he be at my table. I wonder what he wants.

Before i knew it I was at the table taping on his shoulder like a timid child.
He looked at me like I just scared the life out of him.


"oh I'm sorry did I scare you"?



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