It [s]was[/s] had been November 28th, as Georgia remembered, and they’d been walking back from drawing class together.
She wondered if he’d gotten it all planned out the way she had.
The mirror reflected to her a pretty enough picture – wavy blond hair to the small of her back (though it caused her untold troubles each morning as she attempted to drag a brush through the tangled mess); large, brown eyes with nearly indiscernible flecks of gold and gray that she’d grown into over the years; a small, puckered nose that was slightly off-center between those eyes; cheek bones that were relatively well-defined and constantly tinted with just the slightest hint of her NARS blush (Dolce Vita, ordered online for twenty-five dollars); not to mention a neck she’d grown fond of for its elegant contours after a certain someone had pointed them out.
She’d giggled at his abrupt announcement and worked an elbow into his side.
She parted her lips and strained them upwards, teeth clenched, eyes expanding slightly in an effort to silence his retorts without attracting the attention of the teacher; every fiber of her being – from the locks of hair that hung loose around her face, somehow escaping the grasp of her butterfly scrunchie, to the dirty, untied shoelaces that complemented the gray Puma California’s she’d bought earlier that week – seemed drawn towards Aiden and the mischievous smile he was flashing in her direction.
then shook off her moment of reverie and she, too, returned to her work.
The girl he walked beside, his friend for two halcyon years, was surprised at the sincerity in Aiden’s voice;
You don't need the "had" in there. "She giggled at his abrupt". You said had in the previous, establishing the past tense in a way that we know what's going on.
Instead of "the girl he walked beside", say "she". Try not to phrase things too confusing.
Yes. Definitely start within the classroom, rather than her thinking back to it. I'll keep reading, of course -- I want to see what's going to happen with Georgia and him!
She wondered if he’d planned it all out the way she had.
The mirror reflected to her a pretty enough picture
puckered nose that was slightly off-center between those eyes;
cheek bones that were relatively well-defined
It was November 28th, as Georgia remembered,
Georgia turned her head to glance at him with a restrained movement and sent him a look that too-plainly revealed her happy embarrassment.
She parted her lips and strained them upwards, teeth clenched, eyes expanding slightly in an effort to silence his retorts without attracting the attention of the teacher.
She, too, returned to her work.
“Well, yes and no,” replied Aiden as autumn’s zephyrs whispered around his black pea coat.
“Yeah, well yours is a pain in the ass to draw, Aid.
crunching against the tri-color leaves that covered the familiar concrete path.
She wondered if he’d planned it all out the way she had. To Georgia, it seemed the only possible explanation. It couldn’t be that he didn’t know her well enough -- they’d been friends for too long. It wasn’t that she wasn’t smart enough -- they shared the same classes and scored similar grades. It wasn’t her looks, because he wasn’t shallow, never mind the fact that she didn’t think she looked half-bad.
“Oh shit, George,” he said, chuckling, “We’ve gotta spend an HOUR on this crap?”
too-plainly revealed her amused embarrassment
He took the hint, however, aided by the circling presence of Mr. Frett, and returned his lake blue eyes to his work. After taking a moment to control her silent giggles, Georgia, too, had returned to her work and they'd remained well-behaved for the rest of the class.
“Well, yes and no,” replied Aiden as autumn’s zephyrs whispered around his black pea coat.
It was with a longing regret that Georgia realized she’d never be able to remember the first moment she’d seen Aiden – it was a reality that had been consigned to oblivion only moments after its occurrence, locked forever to her conscious memory.
“We’ve gotta spend an HOUR on this crap?”