There I was just inocently at the back of his beautiful head.

Even his brown curls looked totally perfect even though they were discusting. Every girl had a crush on him and I had the pleasure of sitting behind him in almost every class, smelling his wonderful scent, practically breathing it in.

The teachers loud voice awoke me from my thoughts, about him of course.”Okay class, for this activity you will need a post-it note. If you don’t have one find someone who does.”She quietly returned to the board and began writing a question we were supposed to copy and the post-it. I took out my pencil pouch and began to dig and search for a post-it.
I looked up and his face was right in front of mine. His eyes glaring deep into my soul.
“Hey can I borrow a post-it Gina?”He asked.
“S-sure! No problem Connor.”I said as I handed him a lime green post-it. His hand touched mine and I began to tingle.
“Thanks.”He grinned and turned around.

My life’s complete. Not only did he speak to me but he touched me!