I had 5th hour with him too, but he didn’t sit with me at lunch. He was sitting with his soccer friends. He did find me afterward and walk me to my 6th hour though. And I managed to not say something goofy. The rest of the week was sort of the same but gradually it became easier to talk to him, less awkward, I guess. I loved it when he flicked his hair. (which he did frequently)
It was Friday, we had descided to see some movie out that was sort of a romance/comedy/action/the director was bored and descided to make this movie for teens. Which for some reason we all liked even though the plot was horrendous. he found me after school, “See you at seven!” he called as he ran to his bus.
I spent the rest of the afternoon on the phone with my bffs trying to decide what to wear. Apparently I was should look hott, but not too girly accoarding to my fasion advisors. i settled for short shorts (hot) and a nice (but not too girly) blue shirt. 6:45. Omg its time to go. Thats when I started freaking.