Mom always told me to look at someone in the eye when you’re speaking to them. She told me that I had such lovely eyes. I never believed her and I always avoided direct eye contact at all times. But this time, I couldn’t avoid it. Who knew he had such beautiful eyes? Definately not me.

He was looking strait ahead, right at me. Oh no, I was caught. I couldn’t pull my eyes away. It was like he saw what I was thinking. I didn’t smile and I hid my hands in the pouch of my black hooded sweatshirt.

“Need something?” He asked. I was speechless. How dare he! He knew this would happen and he decided to push my button and make me look like a blithering idiot. Why did I have to be such a rebel and do homework like everyone else? If I had been doing homework, none of this would have happened.

“N-no!” I said in my squeaky voice that shows my adult voice hadn’t came in yet. Finally, realizing I was able to gain control over my body, I quickly looked down.

I’m going to fail this class. The teacher has such a beautiful face I keep looking at and I’m going to fail in his manly charms. I’m not going to pay any attention to his teachings, I’ll just be too busy looking at him.