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After a tiring day, I headed to my last class, relieved that soon this day would be over and done with. I was already in my seat when Mr. Miller, our calculus teacher, got in. I wasn't even paying attention to his daily routine but then he just had to catch my attention.

"Class we have a transfer student here today. Ethan Moore." Just as he said that, that earlier guy from planet gorgeous walked in.

Old guy say whaatt..!?

Omg, so he was a new- "You can say hello to your new class mates later and for now you can sit, well, anywhere you want."

Wow! What a teacher.

Wow! ain't I just becoming a sarcastic bish?

I avert my gaze towards Ethan and just then he looks at me with those heart warming blue eyes. Stop mind stop! The world slows down and I don't know what to do! I feel so stupid. He definitely thinks imma weirdo! Nooo!! He smiles mildly and starts walking towards me. Why did I even look at him!!?? I should just go hide somewhere. But it's already too late!! And why did I have to have an empty seat beside me!!?? Why did I have to be a loner!!

But it ain't as cliche' as it sounds, cause he walks right past me and makes himself comfortable at the seat right behind me.

Phew! that was a close one.

Not.

For the rest of the period I struggle paying attention to the actual lecture cause my stupid mind keeps averting towards the guy behind me and keep blaming myself for everything gone wrong in my life. Earlier on, I couldn't pay attention cause of him and now him!!

Why meeee!?

"Ethan focus!" Mr. Miller says out of nowhere and then continues on with his lecture like nothing.

I wonder what was that all about?

He was ogling at you, what else you dumbbutt!

I know that can't be it but I still have this strong urge to turn around and find out by myself, but then decide against it. That'd be very weird. And glance wouldn't just spell out the whole story. And I probably missed out by now.

But what was he doing anyways?

You know what.

Oh phh-lease! Cue eye rolls. Yeah rolls, plural.

I still don't understand why I keep narrating every thing as if there's someone in my mind that I constantly need to spell everything out to. And then there's this other thing that whatever words I think of, they keep visualizing in my head, just like they're written. Probably just another side effect of reading too many book.

I wonderrr, like that person, whoever he was, in a movie or something - I am brought back to reality by a loud noise, that lemme tell you sounds no less of a train derailment, yet it's all I could've wished for. Everyone starts to leave and Mr. Miller is the first to do so. Typical.

Rolling my eyes to myself I start to gather my randomly sprawled notes and pens. No doubt I'm a messy person. I hear someone behind me so I turn around to come eye to eye with the same cute g- I mean Ethan.

Is he hot or have I literally not laid eyes on another guy for months?

Man, he's tall. No, you're short! No, I'm funsize- "Hey..." he says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

What am I supposed now? Hi, hello or something else-?? Gawdd why does my mind not know tish and just keeps reminding me of how I made a fool out of myself. Gawdd. On my mind being unable to give any other proper answer I settle on saying hello like a dying seal.

I didn't imagine him saying it did I?

Thankfully he continues.

"Umm I was wondering if you could help me catch up, since you're the only one in this class that I've..." he fumbles a bit to find the right word and then continues with "acquainted, yet."

Awww... poor guy.

Wait. He hasn't met anyone else yet?? Even if it's just in this class!!! Un-impossible.

Don't you dare reply with something that could scare him off!!

"To be honest I'm not really that good at it myself, but sure why not?"

Some fine day, I gotta learn to stop answering a question with a question.

He gives me a warm smile at that. Why doesn't your stupid heart just melt at that! Why don't you just shut up!

"Thank you very much. Really. By the way I'm Ethan, in case you didn't already know, and you are..?"

"Rose. Well, Rosanna Smith actually, but everyone calls me Rose," I answer coolly with a smile on top. Nice and easy. No need to make him think I'm any weirder than he already thinks.

"Nice name," he comments. Smooth move dude.

"I... umm... thanks I guess?" I reply unsurely and brush a few loose strands of hair behind my ear and blush heaps.

Nah!

I can't blush to save my life. But what I can do is not know how to take a complement. I mean, should I smile? Or say thanks? But me having a nice name isn't something I should be thankful to him for. Or was I supposed to blush? or- My phone comes to life out of the blue and I fish it out of my pocket -hah, the pun! - to see that I have a text from mom.

Well, she usually doesn't text me at school.

Shrugging to myself. By the way did you know you can shrug and eye roll and such to yourself? I open it and it read: 'Come straight home today. We are expecting some guests for dinner.'

It's not like I go anywhere anyways. Mumbling, I turn to Ethan, "Um something came up so I gotta go." I prolly sound like a douché.

"Ok. So will you be free tomorrow after school?"

I grab my stuff, ready to leave. "Yeah I guess. Anyways nice meeting you and bye."

Not the best way to say it.

"Me too," pause "good bye."

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"I'm back mom!" I call out as I get in the house. God it smells heavenly!

"Hi Rose. Come in here will you?"

Shouldn't she be like a bit more specific as to like where she is?

What if I say no? Nah. I don't have the choice even though it was a question after all. I dump my bag, figuring she'd be in the kitchen, and make my way to it.

"What is it that you're making? It smells soo good."

Like really good.

"Oh it's just lasagna for the guests and the Turkey and mango tart's almost done as well but I still have to make-"

"Whoa mom! that sounds more like a feast than a mere dinner. Who's even coming over?" I ask, eyeing the delicacies, but settle on a lonely banana instead.

"Your dad and I's old high school friends. They recently moved in our neighborhood so we just had to invite them."

"Hmm.. so when are they coming?"

She doesn't hear me.

"Mom! When are they coming?"

She takes a while to reply.

"At about seven."

"Can I have a test bite?"

"No."

~M