Oh shit. Did he just look over here? I slowly raise my head to glance around the room. My eyes come to rest on the back of a black Blink-182 sweatshirt, slumped against a desk one over and up from mine. He doesn't look like he's moved in a while. Study hall was great for a lot of things; for me, it was a time to catch up on homework. For others, it was nap time. And currently, it seemed as though the object of my affection was sleeping. I went back to my notebook to finish the sentence I was writing. Alex grabbed her hand and whispered, "Come away with me…."- ugh that's as far as I could get. I gently tapped my pencil against my book to the tune of my newest favorite song. I heard someone shift, and looked up to see the sweatshirt move. The hood that was obscuring his face fell away as he turned his head to the side. He opened his eyes, glancing them towards where I was sitting. Alex smiled and lifted his hand to give me a little wave. I returned the smile and went back to my writing. Alex and I had recently met on our first day of sophomore year. I complimented him on his cool band t-shirts, and he told me he liked my paint splattered jeans. I wouldn't call us friends exactly, but he was really cool. I know, I know. I am writing a story that may or may not be romantic. But, this one is about a different Alex. Okay, no it wasn't. But, I write about my friends a lot. My best friend Blythe makes a guest appearance in most of my stories. She is the gorgeous, skinny, red-head who is good at everything. I'm the loud, chubby friend with mud colored hair who sits back and let's other people be the star. But not this time.

Notes

Just a little starter to see how things go...