Darlene and I had first period together, which was Biology. We were talking about dissecting frogs later in class. Like sometime this week we were supposed to look at its insides. Darlene and I gagged at the thought of its insides pouring out. I mean I'm into this kind of stuff but some things I just didn't like for whatever reason. But thank god they drained the blood out first otherwise Darlene might've passed out.

"I don't think I can handle cutting open and innocent animal." Darlene said squinting her face in disgust.

"It's not that bad. I mean we don't have to cut it open ourselves." I said.

"Oh thank god because I'll probably pass out."

Called it.

I walked Darlene to her Advanced Math class and I turned the other direction to my Art class, which was downstairs. Which means there are a bunch of seniors who were the most loud and obnoxious people in the world. I always get a wave of anxiety and fear when ever I went down there. I'm worried that they're going to either shove me to the side, make fun of me or something worse. But nothing has happened yet so I'm good for now.

But right as I was thinking that, I got pushed into someone and he fell to the ground as I landed on top of him. His books were scattered all over the ground and I raced up off of him saying,

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

"Nice crashing into you too, Jean." He spoke.

I looked up and saw that is was Jesse Hathaway from my Community Counseling group. He smiled goofily at me with his cute smile and beautiful hazel eyes.

He's so beautiful.

"H-hey Jesse." I spoke nervously.

"Hey there." He laughed as he stared at me. I stared back. I really enjoyed this. God, please make this last forever.

But sadly good things don't last forever because a couple of seniors kicked Jesse's books toward us and yelling at us to pick it up and get out of the way. I think one of them flipped us off.

I skidded up from the floor and helped him pick up his books and handed them to him.

"Thanks." He said. "Where are you going in such a rush?"

"My Art class." I said out of breath.

"Why? You got something due today?"

"No I just don't like this hallway. Too many seniors." I started walking in the direction of my class. He jogged up behind me.

"What're you doing in art?" He asked.

"Oh you know just the usual arts and crafts. Random crafts and what not." I stammered.

What the hell am I doing??

"Cool. You know I was just thinking about transferring over. But the guidance counselor chick said that if I wanted to do an art I'd have to drop out of Spanish. Which is totally fine with me because I hate Ms. Anderson. What a bitch." He laughed.

He sure likes to laugh a lot.

"I don't take Spanish." I said.

"Do you take French?"

"No but I wish. I think I dropped out of language. It was one less thing I had to worry about." I explained.

"mignon et intelligent. J'aime ça."

"What?" I said confused.

"I said cute and smart. I like that." Jesse said.

He thinks I'm cute??

I face felt really hot all of the sudden. I can feel sweat starting to form in all places. My heart beat a little faster. My legs were shaking a little and my palms were getting clammy.

Am I blushing?

"How do you know French?" I asked, trying to be cool and brushing off my nervousness.

"I dropped out of French because it was too hard so I switched to Spanish."

"Ohh." I said.

"Yeah. I don't like working." He laughed. "Hey wasn't that your class?"

He pointed behind us where I was supposed to be which was about 10 yards back.

"Oh! Yeah. Sorry. I'll see you later, Jesse." I mentally slapped myself for not paying attention

"No worries. I'll walk you there." He said, not leaving my side. "So are you going back to community counseling next week?"

Why is he still following me around? I'm not complaining but why?

"Yeah. I am. Beth is making me go. She still says I need to get even more social and she thinks that it's working." I said.

That was a lie. I actually wanted to keep going because of Jesse. He was so cute. And he was really sweet. He made me feel kind of...happy.

"So you're going because your sister is making you?" he asked.

I nodded.

"What do your parents say about that?"

"My mom died and I don't know where my dad is. My sisters are in charge of me."

"Oh right. I forgot, I'm sorry. I don't ever think before I say stuff." He said sympathetically.

"It's okay. A lot of people forget."

"So is this your class? I think I've had Mr. Smith before. He's really cool. You'll like him."

"Yeah I already do. Me and him get along really well." I said.

My art teacher, Mr. Smith and I have a great bond. I always work extra hard in his class and I always ask for his opinion and he always gives me his. We do mostly crafts like lanterns, weaving, and wood burning.

"Oh that's cool! I like having bonds with teachers. It's like you have an adult that's got your back whenever you get into trouble. Over time as you get closer you tell them all these personal things about you and it's like they get you."

I have a few teachers like that. And some that I've had over the past years.

Jesse seems to get me.

"Yeah this is my class." I said, standing outside of the entrance.

"I'll see you later, Jean." He smiled goofily, showing of his teeth.

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Through out the entire art class, Jesse was the one thing I could focus on. Everything else just went through one ear and out the other. Why would he be following me around and asking if I'm going back to community counseling. Of course I was going back but I didn't think he cared that much. He must be one of those fuck boys who play nice to girls and get them fooled into their pants or something. I've been down this road one time and I refuse to get fooled again.

But then again he did talk to me voluntarily. No guy ever does that with me. And he called me cute. I think he wants something from me.

And I'm gonna find out what it is because I won't get fooled twice.