Ficlets

I stare blankly at the back of his head in class. Paying absolutely no attention to the teacher, I absentmindedly doodle hearts on my notebook page and fantisize about being his girl. He turns around and my heart soars. “Hey, do ya have a pencil i can borrow?” I hand him a pencil. “Uh, thanks, I guess?” he says. My heart is soaring…