I walked to my classes, the usual zombie mood of mine as I walked through the hallway not taking notice of anything as I just went autopilot.

All my thoughts surrounded that notebook. That notebook I found really sent something in me. I was confused which made me mad.

Ugh

I felt like that notebook knew me, or I knew it? But why did I know it? I had never seen it in my life. Or had I?

I continued walking like this, with the thought of confusion and anger. I then decided it was this notebook's fault as my eyebrows knitted above me.

The uncertainty loomed over me nonetheless, until it was my last class of the day. I found myself sitting in my seat in the front row of the desks, facing the front of the class.

Looking ahead, still in my zone, I didn't even know what I was doing, or what class I was in. Not even the bell zapped me out this, it was probably ten minutes in class when the teacher called my name and I finally zapped back to reality, still adjusting really.

"Nina, you're falling behind in class,"

I didn't even sink those words in. My gaze moved slowly, traveling from the front to the black board that took over the space behind the teacher and the light brown outline of it. Then I looked up at the teacher standing in the front of the room, standing on his stage, the classroom, looking down at me.

"You'll have to have a partner to help with the project of Sex Ed, and you still haven't started it,"

He looked at me, was I supposed to answer him?

He then continued.

"Since Andrew's ahead..." he paused looking away from my brownish gray eyes and looked at something behind me as he said his next words.

Huh?

"Andrew," He inquired, nodding as his eyebrows raised while I still sat, adjusting from my spaced out phase to this reality.

I had been so out of it all day that what was happening wasn't truly sinking in and my only reaction was my observing eyes narrowing slightly, and tilting my head. He looked back at me, as if checking I was still there with his raised expression, before looking at something behind me.

"You'll be partners with Nina here," he informed as he nodded his head. As if done with communicating with me and the thing he kept looking at beyond me, he glanced at me with one curious eye, and one worried one before whispering to the class - loud enough to hear though,"She'll need some catching up to do,"

I think I heard the class snicker in return.

It was like I wasn't in the room. The words not sinking in so I stayed unfazed and looked forward with bored eyes as the class went on and the teacher's remark went forgotten, until...

Shit!

I sat up abruptly.

My eyes widened as my mind finally fell into my head and my body reacted in shock as it waved to a tall sitting position.

Shit!

I'm in Health class. Oh my god, did he just say that I had to work on a project with Andrew?!?! What, but it's Health class, who cares about Health class? Why would there be a project?

My mind finally scattered with the thoughts I should've reacted to awhile ago. My head spun to look behind me and I found Andrew sitting on his light brown desk, looking forward as if he was concentrating on the topic of this class.
And I just sat there, staring at Andrew who sat in the row behind me as the fluorescent lights glowed on the light brown desk, bounced to his light skin and it was hypnotizing. My recent panic went away as I calmed down, breathing in the presence of Andrew.

I couldn't even hear the teacher at this point, I was too intoxicated by Andrew. Damn, he's hot, how did I not notice this before?

I think I might've been looking too much because Andrew's gaze turned to me.

I quickly turned around, facing the teacher again, not allowing Andrew's flicker of a gaze to hypnotize me further. Surprised I got caught, my eyes were wide and my breath was caught in my chest as I looked forward to the empty entrance, aside from the teacher, black board, and projector - that wasn't on.

Shit!

I'm so dumb, what's happening to me?

I sighed, flopping onto the desk, hopelessly.

Just like that, another rush of thoughts and worries exploded in my view and my head bobbed up again, away from the desk and my folded arms in front of me.

And wait! Did the teacher say a sex project! Oh my fuck! What does this teacher think sex is to boys?

Oh, my, this class is gonna kill me.

Exhausted by the rush of thoughts, I laid my head on the desk until class ended.

The bell rang, soaring through the expansive room of glowing fluorescent lights, my comfortable tired position broke apart and I heard the ruffles of students.

It was Friday, time for the weekend to start.

Sighing, I stretched out. I think I slept through the class self consciously.

I ignored the thought.

No wonder I'm failing this class.

I shrugged, avoiding the problem.

Now about to get up from the seat and desk that kept me stuck in my seating position, I felt a shadow take over the blaring lights and I looked up, knowing immediately who it was.

Andrew stood before my desk.

My heartbeat was definitely getting faster, I ignored it though as I made sure to look unfazed, simply observing and awaiting for what he had to say instead.

"So, wanna do the project tonight?" he asked, his hands going into his pockets, my gaze following his actions.

I took him all in, slowly dragging my eyes down his body.

I was so out of it, I didn't even make a snarky comment like, 'ooo, eager,'
No, I just sat there, looking dumb struck at his strong physique.

"Um, so?" he asked as it went quiet and my checking him out continued without me realizing that it could be possibly uncomfortable for him.

I looked back at his eyes.

"Um-uh, ya, sure, ya," I managed to croak out. Looking into his eyes made me respond irrationally but he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

"Ya, okay, great." he walked away, his casual walk. Oh, my, why was this sending me an oozy feeling.
He looked so...ugh...I don't even know.

I looked ahead, away from his leaving body, his walk leading him out the classroom door.

Trying to comprehend what just happened, looking at the blackboard ahead and the floor glistening, I then saw my teacher packing up, which caught a bit of my attention.

A laptop going into his briefcase as he leaned over his desk chair, getting ready to leave while I just sat there.

I sighed.

The teacher's actions made me realize it was indeed time to go. I finally stood up, making my way around my desk and to the empty floor of the entrance, and walked towards the door of the class.

"Have fun tonight, Nina," I heard the teacher say from behind me.

My movements stopped while my eyebrows scrunched in confusion. I stood still abruptly as I calculated in my head whether or not I heard him correctly.

I slowly turned around, looking at him, observing him suspiciously but only seeing his profile as he packed up. But for some reason, I could see a smirk on his face.

Turning back around, suspiciously, confused whether I imagined it all or if he really was smirking, I began to walk away.

And then I realized.

Shit!

I'm going to have a project about Sex with Andrew! TONIGHT!