He snaps his fingers and walks past me, slightly pushing me in the process.
I laugh
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful!”
I laugh some more.
“So you agree?”
“I never said anything”
“Well you implied it”
“Ok…wait that came out wrong.”
But I did think he was beautiful, personality wise.
The bell rings.
Copy agenda
“Try looking at me without laughing.”
So I do, and never laugh.
He does too.
And we’re just there, looking into each other’s eyes for I don’t know how long, ten seconds?
And that was it.
Seventh period is officially my favorite.
