(Sammy's POV)
He wasn't like the others. There was something about him that seemed to spark Sammy's interest. He wasn't like the typical airheads and jockies at Millwood High School. His name was Dylan. Dylan was athletic and attractive. He was quiet and well-mannered.
Sammy observed him from across the dingy classroom on the first day of Freshman year. She tried her best not to be obvious. His eyes were a deep, dark brown. His hair was short and a sort of dark brown. He had constant hat hair from his baseball caps. Each time he smiled her heart melted. Dylan was perfect.
"Samantha? Miss. Taylor!" Her teacher was snapping at Sammy "Will you please answer the warm-up?"
"Oh yea." Sam got up and slowly walked to the board at the front of the class room, which so happened to be where Dylan sat. His eyes crossed hers and she adjusted her stare to the boy sitting next to him.
"Did he notice me?" She thought to herself.
Sammy wrote the answer to the warm-up and hurried back to her seat. Her cheeks became hot and she was sure he would notice.
When she got back to her desk she leaned over to Caty, a girl she had only been introduced to a few days ago.
"Hey, whose that kid?" she asked, motioning to Dylan.
"That's Dylan France. Why do you ask?" Caty questioned.
"No reason, just curious." Sammy tried her best to ease Caty's suspicion. No one could know, at least not yet.
Later on in the class period Caty went to sit by Dylan and Jake. Sammy made up her best excuse to follow Caty.
"I don't want to sit here alone, so I'm coming with you!"
Sammy quietly sat down in the chair next to Caty. After an awkward moment of silence she decided to break the ice by introducing her self.
"Hi, I'm Samantha, but my friends call me Sammy." She waved towards Dylan.
"Hey Sammy." Dylan said "I'm Dylan."
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