I was new. Nothing good.

I walked down the halls and I to the first class of my first day. My eye caught movement. There was a boy who was super cute. He had a pencil in each hand and a pencil in his mouth, mad scribbling on his paper. The teacher introduced me and another boy nudged the pencil boy. Pencil boy looked up and when he looked at me, the pencil fell out of his mouth.

I blushed and looked down as his eyes stayed glued to me. I looked up.

Now his face was different. He had his eyes relaxed, looking at me like I was interesting. His lips were closed and slightly frowning, as if he could just watch me and be pleased and chilled out like that forever. His eyes brows were raised, his interested peaked, and he just sat there, as if in a trance. As if forever saying "hm?"

"You can sit down now," the teacher told me. The spell between us broke as I sat down, but Pencil Boy never left my mind. All day I thought about him. All. Day.