Distracted

I smiled anyway and continued the short drive to school. It was peaceful. I could feel the cool breeze blowing through my hair.

I pulled into the already crowded parking lot, sending myself a mental note to remember to get here earlier, ready to face the day and James. I was excited for our date on Friday. I parked and stepped out of the car.

My eyes instinctively scanned the courtyard, looking for a friend’s face.

“Chris! Over here!” Raven’s voice greeted me from across the grass.

Today she was wearing the same necklace as she had been yesterday. I had to remind myself to ask her about it later. She was wearing zebra-striped skinny jeans and a flowing, black, multi-tiered tank with black ballet flats. Her beach goddess hair was in loose, natural looking waves partially hidden by a knit, black beanie, which somewhat resembled a French beret. I so envied her crazy style.

I ran to my newfound friend, but continued to scan the courtyard with my wandering eyes.

“I haven’t seen him yet,” Raven said, interrupting my search.

“Who?” I replied, rather innocently.

“James. That is who you were looking for, right?”

“Maybe,” I answered shyly.

“Girl, it’s totally cool. I would be too if I were you. Hell, I am now and I’m not the one with the date with him on Friday. Lucky.”

I laughed. “Yeah. I must be. This kind of stuff never happens to me. Cupid must’ve finally decided to stop ignoring my calls.”

We laughed and kept walking to English class. I knew I would see him there and my heart began some crazy gymnastics routine in my chest. I couldn’t wait to be lost in his beautiful, olive green eyes and his knowing smile.

We sat down in the same seats we had yesterday. Just as the tardy bell was ringing, James slipped fluidly through the door as Mr. Adams was closing it.

“Nice of you to join us Mr. Stark. Take a seat.”

James sat across the room from us, just as he had yesterday. My eyes drifted absentmindedly to him as Mr. Adams lectured on. I wasn’t bothered by the topic of discussion, my mind was elsewhere.

Raven seemed to notice. She leaned over and whispered. “Chris, if you were staring any harder your eyes would have popped out of their sockets.”

I snapped back to attention. “That bad, huh?”

“Practically drooling,” she replied, a massive grin plastered to her beautifully tanned face.

“Oh shut up,” I murmured back in jest.

“Girls, can I please return to teaching the rest of the class as you two are obviously entertaining yourselves?” Mr. Adams asked, loaming over us with the authority only a teacher could produce.

We looked up at Mr. Adams with the most innocent faces we could muster and said “Yes sir” simultaneously before bursting into loud, uncontrollable fits of laughter.

Mr. Adams, apparently admitting defeat, rolled his eyes and returned to teaching the class, or attempting to anyway.

Class went by relatively smooth after that besides my darting glances at James throughout the rest of the seemingly endless class.

The End

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