Ash

"1, 2, 3," Fiona and I both lift the cups to our head.

"That's new," she says with a grin on her face. I just noticed she has a dimple on the right side of her face next to her lips. "What favor?"

"Guess," I reply and take another sip.

She licks her lips and bits down on her bottom one. I convinced she's trying to make me kiss her again.

"Chocolate and mint," she takes another sip

"Close. It's white chocolate with mint."

We are in the school parking lot. It's only 20 minutes to 8 so we decided to stay in the car and chat, aka kiss.

"On a scale of one to ten, what would you rate this?"

"Eight,"

"Eight? Really?"

"I'm saving my ten," I take another sip. She nods.

"Are we still going for that run?"

"I made some room in my schedule,"

She smiles. I lean closer to her. We kiss.

Her lips taste sweet. I'm going to buy this coffee more often.

When we (finally) break apart. I look at the time.

"It's 7:54," all round us, students are rushing to get inside and to their classes. "We should go inside." I desperately want her to say not yet. I wonder if she can hear the desperation in my voice. I wonder if she knows how many hours I stay awake at night wondering if she is thinking of me.

"We should," I can hear in her voice that she wants to stay to. I'm glad I'm not the only one. I never used to feel like this. In my old school I never felt so vulnerable around someone. I never had a girlfriend. Yes, I've had a crush on a few of the girls in my school but none of them had beautiful brown eyes and a good taste in music. None of them could make me smile like she does.

She could break my heart any second but I can't worry about that while I'm with her. It's like as soon as we are close to each other I lose all consciousness. The only thing I can focus on is her. When I was a kid, every night my mom came home drunk I would wonder if I could ever know what it would be like to be happy. I guess now I know.

We get out of the car and walk to the front of the school. My right arm is on her shoulders. After we get inside, we head to our lockers. I am counting down the minutes till I get to see her again.

Social Studies is the class I have before English, aka the class I have with Fiona. I really don't pay attention in class because this teacher rarely assigns homework for the weekend. She usually goes over things we did during the week. My mind is on all the things I will be doing with Fiona this weekend. Maybe we'll go on a date and I can tell her how pretty she is across a table in a dimly lit room instead of in my room while we're listening to music. I prefer both.

When I get into the class, Fiona is sitting at her desk. I can tell she was looking for me by the way her face lights up when I walk in.

"Hey," she says after I sit down.

"What are your plans for the weekend?"

"Um, I thought I was hanging out with you. We were going to go running to practice for track tryouts. Remember that?"

"After that, what were we going to go do?"

"I don't know? Go back to your place." I raise my eyebrows and smirk at her.

"You sure move fast," I say, teasing her. "Buy me dinner first." She blushes and shakes her head. I like making her blush. It's cute.

It is quiet for a moment. I want to hear how she's going to retort back but she doesn't. She just blushes and waits for me to say something and when I don't, she looks up.

"What?" she asks. I realize that a smile has spread across my face. I try to conceal but it's too late.

"Nothing," I say, shaking my head. "I just think its cute when you blush."

"You're impossible," she says shaking her head.

"Is it possible for-"

"Morning Class!" Mr.Patterson, my English teacher, says as he walks to his desk.

The class mumbles a feeble "Good Morning" to him. I roll my eyes and turn myself away from Fiona.

"I'll tell you later," I whisper to Fiona.

I turn my attention to Mr. Patterson.

"I trust that all of you have at least started your love poem project," if he means "cuddled with cute a girl" then yes I have started my report. "Remember the deadline is soon, make sure you're managing your time well. I know you guys have busy lives but don't let this report ruin your grade."

I walk downstairs to the lunch room with Fiona. The smell of food pushes me to walk a little fast to the cafeteria.

"So, what did you want to tell me in English?"

"Huh?"

"Before Mr. Patterson came into the room,"

We step into the lunch room. "Quesadilla Friday" is written in white chalk on the board that usually displays the menu. 

"Oh, yeah," I say after turning away attention from the delicious food. "I was wondering if-" I stop speaking because now Fiona is not paying attention. She looking at something behind me. I turn towards the direction Fiona is staring at.

Peter is sitting at the table that Fiona usually sits at. His arm is around one of Fiona's friends. I think I remember meeting her.

"Are they dating?" She says, surprised and confused. Before I answer the question, she walks toward the table. I follow.

"Fiona," says the girl, that might be Peter's girlfriend, opens her arms and wraps them around Fiona "Hi, Fiona's boyfriend!" I wave back to her.

I think I remember her. It's not the face, it's the personality. She really outgoing and loud. It's kinda hard to forget her. I think her name might be Annie, maybe.

Fiona is in a deep conversation with Annie. I stand next to their table awkwardly. Leah, the girl I get coffee from every morning, sees this and pulls a chair from a near by table.

"Here," she says. "Sit down."

After Fiona is done with her conversation, she sits down next to me. Our table is at full capacity. I look around the lunch table. I spot the table I usually sit and realize that Ben, Roy, Brooke and Becky are looking, or glaring, at us. I feel bad for them for a second and then I am roped into the conversation that is happening at my table.