She sits there every class period with her hand tangled in her curly brown hair, keeping it out of her perfectly sculpted face. Her deep brown eyes racing across the book in front of her as her pen scribbles words across a piece of paper. She sits there completely clueless of my eyes trained on her, actually maybe she does notice, every once and a while she looks up and glances around the room. I wonder if she knows it’s me. Sometimes she catches me looking before I can look away, but then when I look back up after a few minutes she is still looking at me.
As my mind wanders, its main focus being she, I don’t notice her getting up. While I am looking down at my work in front of me a note drops down on the desk with my name neatly printed on it. I stare at it blankly for a few seconds before I look up trying to figure out who left it. I am too late though and whom ever it was is gone. I look around and try to figure out who could have left it.
I give up after a minute and look back at the note. I stare at it again trying to think of what it may hold. I give in to my curiosity and open the note quickly. I read it once; then again, I read it over and over. It simply says, “Meet me after class outside –J” It does not say why and is only signed J. That’s when it clicks. It’s her! She wants me to meet her after class. Why? A thousand questions shoot through my head. I look up to find her and she is already looking at me. When our eyes meet she doesn’t look away. She smiles at me and winks. My stomach starts doing flips and my heart is pounding in my ears. I smile back and blush. When she sees this her smile grows and she laughs softly. For the rest of the period I am restless and fidgeting.
The bell rings and I pack up my bag quickly and get out of class as fast as I can. I watch as the rest of the students file out of the room. I wait anxiously for her to come out. I look down at my hands as they fidget with each other.
“Nervous?” I look up and see her standing in front of me, studying my hands.
“Um ya a little,” I stutter out. Crap I never get nervous I guess it’s because she is a senior and freaking gorgeous.
“Don’t be, I won’t bite unless you’re into that,” She smirks. I feel like I am about to melt.
“It’s hard not to be nervous when you say things like that,” I reply with a blush.
“Aww you’re so cute.”
“Am not,” I protest.
“Ya you are.” Before I can protest again she leans down and kisses me. She pulls away and I whimper, “Do that again.” She laughs before pulling me closer to her and pressing her lips back to mine. She cups my cheek as she deepens the kiss. My body starts to tingle as a calm washes over me. Her lips are soft and sweet even as her kiss starts to roughen and she puts more passion into it. She pulls away eventually and sighs. “I have wanted to do that for so long,” She says.
“You don’t even know how many times I have had this exact scenario in my head,” I reply.
“I have too,” She adds with a smile. I smile back.
“Now what?” I ask.
“Now we are dating if you want.” I nod eagerly at this. “Yes I want to.”
“Good.” She kisses me quickly on the lips. Before she can pull away I cup her face and keep her there. She smiles into the kiss. I let her go after I am satisfied and she pulls away.
“Your cute.”
“Am not.”
“Ya you are.”
“No.”
“Yes now shut up.” I pretend to be insulted but she waves it off. We walk out into the school talking about what this means.