first talks (scene)

 Rewrite an old piece - friday - 15.03 

There's a boy sitting at the table in front of me. He's tall and I'm sure he's new. I've never seen him before. He's gorgeous. I would've remembered. 

Class was just starting when he came in. His hair was messy. The teacher started talking about a minute ago. He puts his backpack on the side of his chair. He takes out his notebook and pen. I decided it was time for me to do the same. 

I opened my notebook. And my book. I grabbed my pencil case and all my bright pens. 

He seems to be paying attention. Looks like he's taking notes.

I wonder if he saw me. I saw him. Is it crazy to think that he might be thinking about me?

Yes, it is.

    The bell rang. Another teacher came in. There was no time to breathe. Or perhaps to talk to the boy whose name I still don’t know.

Half an hour later, I had already filled 2 pages of my notebook with notes. 

The boy turns around and drops a small, folded piece of paper onto my desk. 

I open the paper and realize it's a note: Ask me a question.

I freeze. Was he thinking about me? Was he insecure and nervous, waiting for the perfect time to contact me? 

Ask me a question. 

I write an answer with a pink pen. It reads: any question? Maybe it 's stupid. Maybe I should just pretend that history class is more important. 

I give it to him.

He looks back at me and smiles. He's writing something on the note. 

Yes. 

Wow. As if I knew what was the right answer for that.

Maybe I should ask him his name. I bet it's Theodore. Guys like that always have the nicest names. But perhaps it could be something generic. He could be a John. Argh, that's nonsense. He could never be a John. 

I end up asking him about something I could spend hours talking about without ever getting tired.

Are you into reading?

I hand him the piece of paper. He turns around, smiles at me, but says nothing.

He doesn't give me the note back either.