“What?â€? I shook my head, clearing my mind. She looked at me with an I-know-what-you’re-thinking look. Vanessa pointed to the boy still standing in the doorway and looked in my face. “He’s really something, huh?â€?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!â€? I protested. I touched my cheek, and felt it getting warmer.
“Oh, sure, that explains the red in your face, doesn’t it?â€? she giggled. I flushed with embarrassment again. Seeing that she hurt me, Vanessa wrapped her arm around my shoulder. “It’s okay. He looks pretty nice. Get to know him.â€?
And with that, she walked out of the classroom to her next class. I had barely heard the bell ring for first period. I saw the boy walk over to Mrs. Ryans, my homeroom teacher, his messenger bag slouched against his curved form, and whisper something to her. I stayed behind in the classroom, fixing the bookshelves to see what he wanted.“…So, you’re the new student?â€? Mrs. Ryan was saying. The boy nodded, looked in my direction, and smiled that perfect smile.