A/N: hey there again people!!! I'm really excited about this part!! It's honestly one of my favorites that I've written!! Hope you like it!!!
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"Hey." I said as I walked over.
"Hey.' he replied, with nervousness in his voice.
"Wanna walk to home room?" he continued.
"Sure." replied. As we walked, I could feel him getting closer and closer to my body.
"Tell me about yourself." I pleaded to end this awkward silence.
"What about me?" he chuckled
"Anything you want me to know." I decided.
"Well.." He mumbled.
"Do you play any sports?" I asked, hopefully.
"Yeah, I used to play baseball for my old school in Texas. " He replied shyly.
"Are you going to try out for the baseball team?" I asked.
"Will you come see our games?" He replied, with a flirty tone in his voice.
"Only if you want me to." I marveled.
"Good. I will need a friendly face in those bleachers." He mentioned.
I blushed. We finally reached our home room when I grumbled,
"Why do I have to take French?"
"Because it's the language of love." he responded "And you might want to go to France one day."
"I've already been to France." I remembered.
"Are you being serious?" he laughed.
"Yeah, in seventh grade." I sighed.
"With who?" he asked with a sad look in his eyes.
"My family and a couple of friends, I have some old friends in Monaco I had to visit! Why? Jealous much?
"No." he said defensively. Then the bell rang and the teacher began class like he always does, by saying "Bonjour les élèves!" which means "Hello students!" and we have to respond with "Bonjour Monsieur." which means "Hello Sir" and my life went from being great, talking to the guy I like, to dreadful, listening to a man speak in a language where I can't understand what he is saying half the time.
Every now and then, I would glance over to where Dylan was sitting and he would quickly look away. I am not good if telling if a guy likes me or if he has just friend-zoned me.
Dylan's POV
I couldn't stop thinking about her. She is so perfect and I can tell she can't see it in herself. We were sitting in French and I couldn't even think about what the teacher was saying, I was just focused on her, until she started to look my way, then I would quickly try to refocus on what he was saying.
"What are you looking at?" she mouthed to me. I pretended like I didn't see what she just mouthed to me. But, I couldn't help it, her smile lit up the room and seriously, I was falling for this girl. HARD. God, I hope she likes me. What if she doesn't? If she doesn't what will I do? These thoughts raced around my head at 1,000 mph. I couldn't help but notice her pretty eyes at this time. "Snap out of it!" I yelled at myself in my head. I feel like a girl now, with butterflies in my stomach every time I look at her. Then, suddenly the bell rang to go to English, another class I had with the beautiful girl.