In Between

The First Day

I walk into the new school, scared out of my wits. I immediately lock eyes with a beautiful young man, a brunette with gorgeous hazel eyes. Forcing my gaze away from him, I look around at the other people in the crowded hallway. The girls are all insanely pretty, and the boys are all tens. One in particular catches my eye, and he's a bit taller than the boy I saw earlier. I walk over slowly and look up at his face, as he was much taller than me. "H-hi," I stutter nervously. "I'm Sam, the new girl.." I blush. In a voice given to him by angels, the boy replies. "Hey, I'm Stephen. I'm a junior." In my mind I'm screaming, but I'm trying to keep it cool on the outside. With shaking hands, I smile at him and then walk away before the silence becomes too awkward. I gasp as I feel a hand on my butt, and I turn abruptly to find his hand in my back pocket. "What are you doing?!" I yelp softly, my blush darkening. Unfazed, Steven smirks. "I saw the way you were looking at me," he chuckles, "I knew you wanted my number."

Blushing still, I bite my lip. "Well I-," I stutter, searching for the words, "I do f-find you attractive, I'm not gonna lie.." I pause, "but I'm sure you have a girlfriend.." I sigh softly as the realization dawns on me. To my surprise, however, he shakes his head. Smiling hugely, I nod excitedly. "Well in that case, then, I'll definitely hit you up!" I giggle softly, knowing he was probable a player and just using me but didn't care. He'd most likely end up hurting me, but in my mind it was worth it. The rest of the day went by in a blur, boring classes and a gross meal. Finally getting on the bus to go home, I pulled out my phone to put Stephen's number in and shoot him a quick text. Feeling brave, I type 'hey gorgeous,' and send the message before I have the chance to second guess myself, or back out. Fidgeting in my bus seat as I wait for a reply, I hum softly to myself. When he does, my heart jumps. 'Hey,' the text says, and I continue to fidget as I think of what to say next. Knowing our future could very well depend on this text, I don't want to rush it. I want to give it careful consideration. After leaving him on read for about five minutes, I finally reply with 'So, tell me a bit about yourself'. He replies almost instantly, telling me a few facts about himself. 'My name is Stephen Hosier, I'm 17. I've lived here my whole life, and I think you're adorable'. Reading the text makews me blush bright pink, and I feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I contemplate my next words. Wondering if he's about to ask me out, I know I have to be cautious about my next words so I don't mess up my chances.