Andrew

"Are you coming to my game tonight?" Dexter asked hopefully. I frowned. My little brother had his swimming lessons tonight, so I wasn't sure if I could make it.

"I don't know man, I'll see but probably not," I told him. "Sorry." Dexter sighed.

"Why not?" He questioned.

"I don't have a ride," I admitted. Dexters face lit up and I rolled my eyes jokingly. He must've really wanted me to go.

"I can drive you." He offered.

"Thanks. I'll ask my mom, but if I can't come, you guys better not lose." I poked him teasingly.

Dexter scoffed and crossed his arms at me. "When has my team ever lost?" He quizzed with a challenging grin. I smirked at him and opened my mouth, ready to name them all.

"No, wait! Don't answer that." Dexter exclaimed. I chuckled. "It was a rhetorical question." He continued.

"Whatever dude, I'm going to be late for football practice," I gave him a small, sort of salute. "See ya."

This was the point I started to run backwards and wave back to my best bro, when something hit my middle back.

...

Or maybe I hit something.

That thought got me to turn around and see who or what it was and I saw a tiny girl with shoulder-length, nut coloured, straight, brown hair on the ground mumbling something to herself and looking around for another thing, but I didn't know what.

I instantly felt bad and offered to help her while beginning to re-organizing her binder where all the papers had fallen out of.

There was one paper that caught my eye though.

It was some notes for history, but in the corner of the page, there were the words 'Cassandra + A' scribbled in a heart.

It made me wonder "who could this 'A' be? It could probably be anyone but at the same time... nah that's crazy. I've never even met this girl. And if I did it must've been a while ago because I don't remember a thing.

I and this girl chatted for a little while more, when she told me that her glasses had fallen off her face and she couldn't find them. I decided to help her look.

Turned out they had slid across the hallway a little bit and were just out of her reach.

I picked them up and decided to be a gentleman and put them back on her face for her.

She protested at first but I did it anyway.

Then she opened her eyes (instead of squinting at everything).

I had never seen eyes like hers before... hazel with green specks in them that seemed to shimmer in the light.

I guess if you put it into perspective, you could say that I thought she was pretty.