We talked all through class. It was a double lesson, so I had two hours to get to know Dallas. I was intruiged by him, everything from the way he was constantly pushing his hair out of his face, to the way he seemed genuinly interested in our conversation. He seemed friendly and open, but i got the feeling there was another part of him, something he wasn't telling me. Then again, it wasn't any of my business.
"Well it was nice to meet you," he said when the bell rang for lunch.
"You too," I said, "See you tomorow."
As I got out the door, Sarah nudged me in the ribs.
"So?" she said.
"What?" I replied wearily.
"You seemed to be getting on with that guy pretty well," she said nudging me again.
"His name is Dallas," I replied, "And yes, we get on well."
"You should ask him out," She said.
"What? Why?" I replied, exasperated.
"Because you like him," she said.
"We just sit next to each other in English," I exclaimed, "Besides he's not really my type."
It was true. Usually if I talked to a guy for a lng as I did Dallas, i would instantly think I'm in love. But this time, it was different.