We sit there, Strange, we both needed history help. He plays with his hair as he concentrates, Twirling it in his fingers nervously, I see him occasionally glance at me and then look back quickly and smile because I’m staring at him. I’ve never thought of guys before, I’ve always thought that they were gross assholes, without emotions that only use girls for their parts and sex. Arm candy, that’s all the jocks ever want. but he is different, granted he isn’t a jock but still, he is sweet, actually cares about me when I’m on a bad mood and asks me what is wrong. We talk alot, we text even more, and we have really gotten to know each other. But back to my feelings, I have never felt this way about someone with a Penis they usually just look over me, don’t talk to me, and the ones that do don’t seem to care. but He cares, when he looks at me, it isn’t at my breasts, its not looking me up and down looking at me body. He looks at my eyes, correction in my eyes, deep within them as though he can see through me… Into me, like he understands. The teacher’s phone wakes me from my thoughts of him, it ‘sringing.

“Hello?”

She asks as she picks up the phone

“No, it couldn’t happen, no, I’ll be there right away”

She looks up at us, then at her watch.

“My husband just got in a car accident, I have to go to the hospital, Channing I trust you to be a good girl and keep working, no monkey business. I’m going to lock the door so no one comes in and sees you guys unattended.”

He looks at me real quick and looks back to his work pretending to work but I can see from here his pen isn’t even on the paper. He’s thinking, and blushing slightly, from the looks of his face what he is thinking is probably naughty. the teacher gathers her things quickly in a flurry and doesn’t even notice a thing, She quickly writes out two after school bus passes and hands them to us and leaves, shutting and locking to door after her, Before the door is even closed he is behind me and grabs my sides gently which always makes me giggle, I squeal and jump out of my seat and jump on the desk. Sitting on it with an exhale of what breath I have left after my squeak. I pretend to look mad at him, but I couldn’t be, my mad face turns into a quirky smirk of delight as he sits on the desk across from mine, legs crossed. I look up at him; he is smiling a joyful boyish happy smile. He says

“How are you?”

I think for a second, I’m happy to be here with him but I’m kind of nervous we are alone but he is one of the few guys that I would trust behind a locked door, I know he wont do anything unless I let him, and that he will do everything if I wanted to. Truth is I haven’t done anything with anyone, guy or girl, in about a month so I am very very horny.

“I’m pretty good, you know, besides feeling stupid in this class”

“You know, I only stayed after to chill with you, whether we were actually talking or not I enjoy the time that I spend with someone as beautiful as you”

Whenever he complements me I smile, and I feel happiness sneak in to my dark side, I’m not happy alot with myself or with the world, but he is like a bright light in a dark cave.

“Stop it; you are going to make me blush”

“But you look cute, correction, megacute when you blush, Hell, you’re megacute all the time”

He’s says smiling, and I know he means it, I still question it from time to time, but I think after all this time he really truly thinks that way about me. I look up, and he is standing, looking at me. I look back at him, into his eyes and I see what he is thinking, I’ve always been curious about him… But I never thought he’d make a move. He puts his hands on either side of my legs, not on them, on the desk outside of my legs. He leans in,

“Are you comfortable with this?”

I look down in embarrassment.