"Hey" I turned around to face Shane.
"Hi." I blushed, god what does he think of me? I thought.
"You look good...Let me guess. Your sister made you dress up?" He said taking my hand.
"Yeah. I hate it!" I said pulling at my to short dress.
"Why? You look good I'm almost tempted not to br...I mean...br-bre-brick you?" He said nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
"What? Brick me? What does that even mean?" I asked looking at him.
He sighed,"It means that I'm-",before he could finish the bell telling us to go to our first hour.
"Oh I have to go to class." He gave me a short hug before walking down the opposite hallway like usual.
I went to latin class confused. On my way I passed Keith Jones, who ended up walking with me to class,like always. He was a junior who had Spanish first period which was right next door to my Latin class.
"Hey Keith!" I shouted as I walked past him.
"Oh. Kendra wait up!" he shouted back running up to me.
He has short brown hair that is so cute when he flips it. Which he does very often. The thing I hate about him though is that he is very tall, like 6'0. Usually he says hey, says something to his friends, then coming after me. But not today.
"Yeah what's up?" I said looking up at him and continuing to walk up the stairs.
"Well, I don't know how to say this but." he paused.
What I thought he was going to say worried me. I checked to make sure I looked alright. I thought he was going to say that he liked me as more then a friend. I didn't realize that I liked him like that till now. I checked him out again. Looking up at his face. His beautiful blue eyes. His lean body and especially how tall he was. I love tall guys. It's just a habit. Even though Shane was shorter then me. But what got me to thinking is that I'm only a sophomore and he's a junior why would he want to go out with me?
"I'm getting transferred" he said finally. I stopped on my tracks.
"Wh...why?" I asked sadly
He sighed.
"because my dad doesn't want me going to south wood anymore. He thinks it's to crowded."
I looked at the ground, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I couldn't believe this. Was he being serious? I look up at him to ask him that and am surprised to see that he is smiling.
"What? Why are you laughing?" I demanded all sadness gone from my mind.
"Your face! It was halarious!" he said clutching his stomach.
I stared at him. Really? He thought it was funny? I punched his arm.
"You scared me!" I said as I punched his arm again.
"Why? Cause you like me?" he mocked in a baby voice.
"No! I just like walking with you!" I said blushing and looking at the ground. We arrived at our classes. I went to enter my class but before I do he said
"You look good today by the way."
I blushed and walked into the classroom with butterflies in my stomach and my heart in my throat.
