First Thoughts

He's looking at me.

He’s cute.

I don’t wanna be obvious,

Is my face giving it away?

I’ll sit in front so he can’t see.

Is he still looking at me?

I’ll glance over.

Shit, I should have sat behind him. 

Let’s see, be cool,

“Oh, what’s over there?”

Quickly, look at him, he’s looking at the board. 

Maybe I just had something on me when I came in. 

Is there something on me? 

My jacket? My shirt? My hair? My face?

I don’t see anything. 

Look over again.

AH! Did his eyes just turn away when I saw him? 

They did… I knew it.

Oh shit, I’m in class.