Paying Attention

CHAPTER FOUR

I walk into school, people buzzing around me. (Not really though. That would be weird.) I am trying to look for Alicia, but it's kind of impossible to do when you're walking behind a group of people who are walking like a mile an hour. Seriously. I keep on trying to get around them, but then once I start to, someone coming from the opposite direction starts coming, so then I have to move back behind the slow pokes. I hate it!

I see Alicia surrounded by some of our other friends, Wesley, Jessica, and Melinda. They see me too and nod for me to join them. Once I get there I see a Godlike figure walking behind Jessica, then past me, giving me a little nod, acknowledging my presence in the universe. I catch my breath. Mr. Hotty Mc. Hot Hot looked at me. Me! And nodded! Oh crap, what do I do? Do I nod back? Or do I just act as if I didn't even notice? Crap.

I choose option B.

I looked down and then back up at Jessica. I feel my face burn as my pulse begins to quicken. Did he notice? I sure hope not, because if he did that would be imbarassing.

Once I feel brave enough to look around again, he is gone. Oh, man. I think. We have our next class together.

The bell rings and I wave to my friends and tell them that I'll see them at lunch, then walk to room 3104 to Mrs. (Miss) Smith's class. On the way there I am so distracted by my hatred towards her, and love towards Godlike boy, that I suddenly slam into something.

All of my books fall out of my hands and to the ground. I quickly stoop down to pick them up when a hand grabs a paper and pencil. Then moves on to my books and notebooks. The only thing that I ironically grab is my Math book. When I look up I see a boy handing all of my things over to me.

"Thanks." I say.

"No problem." He replies, smiling, not moving. Dang is he cute. He has the nerdy but hot look about him, wearing a black and white striped cardigan with a gray tee underneath. His pants look a little worn, but not terribly. He is wearing big black framed glasses and he has brown hair that is a little shaggy, causing him to push his bangs out of his eyes. Those fricken hot ocean blue eyes.

"Well, uhh, I guess I'd better go." I say slowly, pointing behind me with my thumb, beginning to turn around.

"Wait," he say's stopping me. "What's your name?"

"Um." I pause, wondering why he wants to know my name. Does he want to ask me out? Do I look cute? Am I making this pause last too long? "My name is Sam."

"Sam. Sam. Hm.... Are you Samantha Brown?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Sam! How are you? I'm Daniel Crass. From elementary? We were in Ms. Lewis's class together. Remember?"

I just stand there, wanting to remember, but can't. "Sorry, no." I continue to just stare at him, hypnotized, but he doesn't seem to notice.

"Ahh, that's too bad. We were pretty good friends back then. Oh well." He sighs. "Well, what's your next class?" He asks as we begin to walk away.

"Ugh, math. Gag me with a spoon."

He just laughs. "Well I don't have that, but if you need any help with math we could form a study group."

"Sure." I say, smiling slightly. "Sounds great."

"Cool. Here's my address, and if you have any questions here is my number as well." He says, specifically tapping the number.

"K, that sounds good." I smile, stopping right before my class. "I guess I'll see you later."

"Yeah, see ya tonight."

Once I sit down in my desk I write in my palm, see old elementary pictures and check for Daniel Crass. And then, as usual, I zone out as 'Mrs.' Smith rants on about decimals and fractions. Man, I really can't wait until tonight.