Author: musicgirl94 PM
I don't know how to summarize this one. Basically, a girl who randomly stares at a guy in her class one day. Umm bad summary, I promise the poem doesn't suck as back as the summary does though. R&R please!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 592 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-30-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2715391
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I walk in, and there he is
Sitting in his usual seat, 1st row 4th seat back
I glance at him quickly taking him in
The usual grey hoodie covering his face and the black skinny jeans
'He's such a typical emo kid'
I think to myself as I walk past him to my usual seat
So why is it that I keep staring at him?
Why do I find him so interesting if he's so typical?
I get to my usual seat and slide into the desk
Last row, last desk
You never get called on if you're in that seat
And no one bothers you
So I'm free to stare out the window and wait for the bell to ring
And the teacher to start droning on and on
About something I couldn't care less about
But today, instead of staring out the window
I glance over at Him
He looks as if he's paying attention, but from back here I can see the iPod in his pocket and the headphones
That he has cleverly hidden beneath his hoodie
And all I can think is 'How can he even fit his iPod in the pocket of those jeans? They are really tight.'
Lame I know
But still, I keep glancing at him
And eventually I'm full on staring at him
And I'm wondering all these things about him
'What is he listening to on his iPod?
How does the teacher never notice that he's not paying attention?
Is he failing this class as badly as I am?'
And then of course, because I'm staring at him and when you stare at someone they are bound to notice eventually,
He looks at me
And for a second our eyes lock onto each other
His pale blue, almost grey eyes don't seem cold or sad like I expected them to
Instead they are warm and I can see a hint of amusement as he realizes that I've been staring at him
And then its not a subtle hint anymore when I realize this and start blushing furiously because now he's full on smirking at me
And yet, for some strange reason, I can't look away.
I keep staring at him with my curious brown eyes and he keeps staring at me with that warmth and amusement.
And now I really want to know how the teacher doesn't notice he isn't paying attention seeing as how he's turned around in his seat looking at me.
But it doesn't matter
Because the bell rings and our eyes break away from each other
And as we get up to gather our things and move to our next class
We glance at each other again
And he nods and smiles at me
And I give him a small smile back
And then we both leave the classroom
The next day
I don't look at him once
And I don't feel his gaze on me at all
So I guess it was a one time thing
Sudden curiosity all of a sudden just gone
I don't care that he's wearing stereotypical emo clothes
And he doesn't care that I'm just some random girl
I go back to staring out the window
And he goes back to listening to his iPod carefully hidden under his hoodie
And the days go on, as if the pattern was never interrupted to begin with