Brown eyes filled my head. I couldn't get him out of my mind. I didn't even know his name but I knew I wanted to. I bet its sexy, or cute... I could feel the crush developing on him but couldn't seem to supress my feelings. That's why I walked out of lesson. The last person I went out with emotionally abused me: he would threaten me, force me to do things and if I didn't he'd claim I didn't love or trust him. He made me feel guilty, he judged me and mocked me whenever he could. At the time I felt like it was my fault, but when he broke up with me I realised he was using me and I felt free! Free from him and his manipulations. I didn't want to go through all that again.

He wouldn't be like that though. Right? His eyes were soft and sweet. Not a speck of evil in them, and he was cute... did I say that already? I felt like my heart was going a million beats a minute when he was around, he was so close to me in that small room. When I passed him the pen he brushed my hand and I felt a tingle, a spark. Man all this sounds so cliche! I'm not someone that believes in "love at first site" and all that jazz. And I still don't... I know I don't love him, I just want to get to know him. 

Memories again. His tan skin and brown eyes. The way he arched his eyebrow at me, imploring answers but I gave non. I couldn't speak, he made me speachless. Which isn't hard because I don't particuarlly like talking to people but still. I sighed as I made my way down to the main hall. I would be sitting alone, I knew it, but that was fine. I didn't mind too much. I liked being alone... I just didn't like the way everyone stared at you when you were alone. 

I took a seat in the corner of the room, trying to be as far away from the 'populars' as I could. I started day dreaming about my kool katz friends and wanted that group back so badly! I still have the folder from when I was 9. I remember the 'leader' Jessica and my girly hand writing at the time. I had gained more manly writing skills over the years... I hoped. I met Chris after leaving Jessicas made over club called  'The gang' and it was the first story I told him, I made him laugh so hard milk came out his nose.

I began eating my lunch when I felt a sudden presence close to me. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he spoke. 
"hi..." I looked up to see chocolate eyes "here's your pen" He handed it to me and I felt shocked. Did he really come up to me just to hand me my pen? I'd forgotten all about this, anyone else would've kept it. This guy really was something. He smiled at me and it was breath taking. Dimples made his whole face even more beautiful... if that was possible. That smile would be forever etched in my mind. "My names Dan by the way" He said kind of awkwardly. At that moment I realised I was basically gawping at him, how attratctive Phil my mind scoldede me. 
"Phillip" I said and instantly felt like face palming. I'd never called myself 'Phillip' before, I didn't know what was happening to me. 
"welll... Phillip mind if I sit with you?" He asked. Damn I hated this question. If I said 'no' would he think I was saying 'no you can't sit with me' or 'no I don't mind'?
"Go ahead" I said gesturing towards a chair, to save confusion. He smiled again. "um... call me Phil by the way. Phillips a- a bit too formal" I giggled, my cheeks heating up as I stuttered slightly. 
"Sure thing... Phil" He replied, taking the seat opposite me on the table.