briefly made me wonder why anyone would transfer halfway through their senior year. I quickly returned to hating him for stealing my seat. I was currently seated right in the middle in the third row. I hated the middle. There was enough distance between my desk and my teacher Mr. Reynolds for me to feel safe enough to doodle, but it was close enough for him to catch me not paying attention.
As we all seated ourselves after the pledge, Mr. Reynolds was not hesitant in beginning his lesson. We were discussing James Joyce. His work was riveting stuff if you lived in the 1800s. It was dry reading, but I was not a huge fan of reading to begin with. Maybe these English nerds found it more enjoyable than I did.
As my attention level began to fade, I began to wonder again about the guy who had stolen my seat. I took another quick glance at him before turning back around. He wouldn’t have seemed that odd had he not been string straight at me. I turned away quickly, an embarrassed blush creeping onto my cheeks. [i]That was a little more than mildly creepy,[/i] I thought, scrunching my eyebrows together in confusion and concern. I shifted in my seat, now feeling his intense stare on me. I actually tried to pay attention to the lesson so that I could avoid feeling the gaze of the stranger. I tried to forget about concern that was creeping up on me as Mr. Reynolds rambled on about rhetorical devices.
Before long the bell rang and I shot up out of my seat. I rushed out of the classroom and made a beeline to my locker. I had never been so grateful to get out of class. I fumbled with my combination as I reached my locker, but eventually I got it open. Next to me a hand slammed into the neighboring locker. I’m nearly positive my heart skipped four or five beats. Wide-eyed I looked over at the person to which the hand belonged to as I saw it was Adam. I sighed with relief as he laughed aloud. After I was done being grateful that it wasn’t the weirdo from my English class, I punched my best guy friend in the chest. I managed a weak smile, though I was still pretty freaked out from my earlier encounter. “A little jumpy this morning?” Adam asked with a laugh, his brown eyes shinning with amusement. I rolled my eyes and let out a sarcastic “haha!” Adam laughed a little more as I grabbed my books for Spanish. He shook his head at me.
“What’s up, Whit?” he asked me as I shut my locker and we began to walk to Spanish together. He pushed the dirty blonde fringe out of his face as his hand ventured to
As we all seated ourselves after the pledge, Mr. Reynolds was not hesitant in beginning his lesson. We were discussing James Joyce. His work was riveting stuff if you lived in the 1800s. It was dry reading, but I was not a huge fan of reading to begin with. Maybe these English nerds found it more enjoyable than I did.
As my attention level began to fade, I began to wonder again about the guy who had stolen my seat. I took another quick glance at him before turning back around. He wouldn’t have seemed that odd had he not been string straight at me. I turned away quickly, an embarrassed blush creeping onto my cheeks. [i]That was a little more than mildly creepy,[/i] I thought, scrunching my eyebrows together in confusion and concern. I shifted in my seat, now feeling his intense stare on me. I actually tried to pay attention to the lesson so that I could avoid feeling the gaze of the stranger. I tried to forget about concern that was creeping up on me as Mr. Reynolds rambled on about rhetorical devices.
Before long the bell rang and I shot up out of my seat. I rushed out of the classroom and made a beeline to my locker. I had never been so grateful to get out of class. I fumbled with my combination as I reached my locker, but eventually I got it open. Next to me a hand slammed into the neighboring locker. I’m nearly positive my heart skipped four or five beats. Wide-eyed I looked over at the person to which the hand belonged to as I saw it was Adam. I sighed with relief as he laughed aloud. After I was done being grateful that it wasn’t the weirdo from my English class, I punched my best guy friend in the chest. I managed a weak smile, though I was still pretty freaked out from my earlier encounter. “A little jumpy this morning?” Adam asked with a laugh, his brown eyes shinning with amusement. I rolled my eyes and let out a sarcastic “haha!” Adam laughed a little more as I grabbed my books for Spanish. He shook his head at me.
“What’s up, Whit?” he asked me as I shut my locker and we began to walk to Spanish together. He pushed the dirty blonde fringe out of his face as his hand ventured to
