You have such pretty blue eyes...you're adorable..."
THUNK! I jolt back into reality as my face slams into Trent's open locker, closing it for him. "Thanks Jones!" he hollers, running off to the fattening vending machines on the first floor.
I groan, my head aches from the collision, and I'm sure my face is as red as my mom's famous tomato soup. I feel so whoozy, like someone who has had one too many shots.
"Wow! Easy there!" I hear a voice say, gentle arms supporting me. The arms hold me in an embrace, gently helping me sit on the multicolored floor.
I look at the arm around my waist, looking at my saver for the first time since he caught me. I feel my breath catch and my heart race like a sprinter. Its him. The one that I could never get over, even though everything was just a game to him.
His gentle eyes shine with laughter. "You okay?" he asks, smiling the grin that cheered me up every morning in first period.
I slowly nod, trying to stand up with my shaking legs. But he just grabs my wrist and pulls me back down next to him, carefully and gently of course.
"Don't think you'll get away from me that easy," he says, putting his arm around my shoulders. I swear I almost purr like a cat when he does that.
"I want to talk," he mumbles, looking me straight in the eyes.
"What about?" Oh please, please please let it be about what I think it is. The thought runs through my head.
"Well I've been thinking about it a lot." This is where he scratches his copper colored hair. "I really, really do like you...and everything I said to you was, well, I mean, still is true."
I feel my hands begin to sweat; my eyes begin to blink, wondering if this is a dream. I hide my finger, but pinch my skin hard. Nope, its not a dream.
"Emily, I want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend, what do you say?" he asks.
A gasp blurts from my lungs and I feel tears swell up in my eyes. This is what I've wanted, and its mine, its finally mine.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes yes, YES!" I yell, standing up with new energy. I see my World Studies teacher, Mrs. Sims raise an eyebrow at my outburst skeptically. But of course, she saw the whole thing, you know how young teachers are.
He stands up with me, snaking an arm around my waist. "Let's go," his says, smiling, and leads me down the nearest stairwell. Its empty, aside from another couple, but of course, they are ninth graders. I mean, it is right by the ninth grade hall.
My back is against the wall, so is my foot, just like in all those cheesy teen romance movies. Its kind of hard not to feel like I'm starring in one.
I can smell his fresh, minty gum breath near my face and I close my eyes, embracing the moment. His lips brush against my cheek, making my heart flutter like an encaged sparrow.
Then, I feel his lips on top of mine, passion surging through my veins instead of blood.
He slowly pulls away, and I realize why. The end of break bell rings. He sighs, "I'll see you at lunch," giving me one last kiss.
"See you," I smile, my eyes lighting up as I walk to next class, his kiss still lingering on my lips.
