I remember in 7th grade, there was this new kid who came to our school, and he just happened to be in my 6th period math class.

We'll call him A.

After him sitting in front of me, and behind me, and me constantly humming, whisper singing to myself, maybe to just leave a good impression, the teacher made him sit next to me.

Nothing special.

I never understood why, but it made me nervous, just to sit next to him.

Did I like him?

Maybe.

Plus, he had started to hang out with the quote-on-quote, "Popular Kids".

As my best friend, from more recent years ( @wavesinthesea ) would have told me, "He's being corrupted!".

Any maybe he was being corrupted; who knows?

But thats who he wanted to hang out with, so, not much even I could've have done about it. Maybe talk to him more? Maybe give him a smile?

No. I never usually did.

He was pretty helpful- he would point out the vocab words in the textbook for me, because he seemed to find them a lot faster than I did.

He'd point to them.

I'd thank him, of course....

But what really threw me off, was one day, after I had either finished my math homework, or we didn't even have any, I started writing.

About my character.

In that pitch- black forrest.... That caught aflame.

And when I glanced at him, I caught him reading (or watching) me write.

It truly startled me, but I was kinda happy about it.

It was also embarrassing.... should have written something different about my character that day- but it was a work in progress.

When I caught him, I think I slightly smiled, just slightly, and said "Hey!"

He smiled, almost apologetically, and looked down at whatever paper he had.

I never would have expected him, of all people, to be so bored, (or curious) to read/watch me write.

It made my day.

And now, in 8th grade, he's no longer in any of my classes.

He got a new haircut.

And whenever I get a glancing look at him, I wonder- "Does he ever remember me? Its only been a summer...."

And now, it's been at least a year.

Of course, why would he, of all people, remember me?

I guess I never did make any kind of lasting impression on him.

As usual.

He did always leave unnoticed impressions on me-

Like on Halloween last year, when we wore our costumes to school, and he wasn't wearing a costume- until he turned around, and I saw a brilliantly done skeleton makeup done.

It made me feel like my costume was an embarrassment, almost.

Just almost.

So, yeah....

A, a boy who'd never remember my name.

Who'd read over my shoulder, watching....

But it was a great memorie to have....

It's a comfort memorie, almost.

But now....

He jut seems so....

Different.

And I don't know if its a bad thing, or not.