I walked in the next day, wondering where the golden-eyed boy’s locker was. I kept an eye out for him as I wandered to my new homeroom, but no luck. I sighed, already upset about my day. My first three periods seemed to drag on, but finally, finally, it was time for algebra.I never thought I would be so happy to get to algebra. I raced to class, stopping right outside to adjust my skirt and flip my hair. I walked in, sat down, and then stared at the door. He was one of the last few to walk in, and he looked lost. I smiled to myself. How cute! I thought, he’s lost. Oh God, those eyes.. I tried to concentrate on my work, but I felt my face blush at the thought of him sitting so close. My heart began to pound, and I began to start squirming in my seat. But before I could begin to panic, the girls bell rang, and I was off to my locker. I gathered my things, flashed him a quick and nervous smile, and fled.
Shit. What was the boy’s name!?