pens and pencils

introduction

i stopped dead in my tracks. who the hell was that? i looked at a boy, about three inches taller than i was with the most beautiful green eyes. his black hair flopped over the right side of his forehead just perfectly so you could barely see his eyebrow. how had i never noticed him before? damn it, he saw me. i walked faster to my desk and threw my stuff down around me in the usual messy pattern it's always in.

ms. lara introduced the kid, he's new so that's why i've never noticed him. his name was riley harris, from california. what the hell was he doing in maine then, don't people make a ton of money there? he sat between joy keller and i. i looked down at my books, playing with my messy-ass dirty blonde hair. ms. lara started talking but i couldn't focus, i wanted to talk to riley but he was so invested in the lesson and i didn't want to embarrass myself so i stayed quiet.

at the end i picked up the homework and left for my second period class, i learned nothing the rest of the day. all i thought about was riley, questioning who he could be, what he liked and if he'd ever even speak to me. he ended up sitting with bradan carson and zach garza at lunch, i sat a table behind them doodling. i didn't have any classes with riley after lunch but that didn't stop my imagination; nothing can stop my imagination.