He walks into the class, the desks are facing a different way.
Nervously he sits in the first available seat. Glancing over he sees her, the angel. Long blond hair, perfect teeth. A body to die for, and he is sitting next to her.
He's all too aware of his dirty jeans, hair that badly needs a haircut. His heart starts pounding. He prays she can't hear it.
"Adam?" Her voice is like music, she knew his name, there's no way she could be talking to him though. He turns slowly, afraid to look like a moron.
"Me?" His voice comes out like a croak. For god's sakes! He's 23 years old! He reminds himself to practice that word later on in the mirror.
"Yeah, I seem to have misplaced my pen, you don't have one I could use do you?" She's twisting that spun gold hair around her finger, her full lips in a pout as she contemplates the problem that lay ahead of her.
"Um.. yeah sure.. here." He hands her his own pen, hating himself because he chewed on it during his english final. She smiles, his day is brighter, day? No way. Try life.
"Thank you so much! You're a lifesaver! My name's Lily by the way." She writes her name on the top of her paper in beautiful cursive, dotting the I with such adorable concentration. She tucks her hair behind her ears where her little silver hoops hang like halo's.
'My angel.' He thinks silently to himself. 'My untouchable glass angel.'
"Yeah .. I know, we um.. went to high school together." He murmers, his face red underneath the ratty cap with a team name no one knew of.
Tha math class starts. His palms are sweaty, his heart hasn't stopped pounding. His foot is twitching nervously, he prays she doesn't notice.
After the math class he stands, her perfect body illuminated by the light coming in trough the window. Her hair seems to be lit from within, yet anothe rhalo on his angel.
"Do you mind if I keep your pen? I have a history class next and the professor ususally gives us a lot of notes... i would hate to fall behind." She looks up at through those thick lashes, her sky blue eyes looking into him. Through him.
"Oh sure, it's no problem." He says standing up.
"Thank you so much. You're an angel!" She giggles before leaving the classroom quickly, as if on wings.
"An angel?" He says softly to him, "An angel." He concludes, "Lily is everything, an angel isn't good enough for her."
All week he's excited, giddy, THIS time he'll say something witty, make her see that he's not just a dork, show her that he would be better to her than that muscle guy she's always hanging on.
Next week he walks into the class, his hair cut, his jeans clean, the cap gone and 10 brand new pens in his backpack. A smile on his face he opens the door.
And the seats are how they used to be.
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