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There she sat, not knowing what to say.There he sat, not knowing what to say.All they knew was to look into their books and write down the notes and answers to thequestions. All they knew was that they longed to talk to the other. All they knew was thatthey just couldn’t. How could they when they new that the other had no interest in them?How could they when all they could think of were stupid things to say? How could theywhen it was not the right moment.She looks at him, hoping not to be caught.He looks at her, hoping not to be caught.For a brief second their eyes meet.He sees the startling green of her eyes.She sees the darkening brown of his eyes. She looks away and peers back into her schoolbook.He looks away and peers back into his schoolbook. He looks out of the corner of his eyeand sees that she is trying to hide the blush on her face that he oh so adores.She hides her face in her book, trying to keep that horrible blush from appearing on her face. It doesn’t work. She feels warm, all too warm. Why does he, and only he, make thishappen to her?The bell.She gets up to leave after collecting her books. She makes sure that she is always slightly behind him so that he cannot see the part of her that she hates so much.The rush of the hallway.People are sliding out the doors like heavy traffic. If you don’t move from their way, theyyell, bump you, or pass you.She sees his form kneeling at his locker getting the books for his next class. His hair isslightly disheveled, as is his usual, no matter how hard he tries to tame it. His freckledarms reaching into the depths of his locker. She speeds pass him. As she nears her locker,she looks for a way to cross the traffic. She finds one and hurriedly pries her books fromher locker.He takes the books from his locker and starts to walk to his next class. He finds her kneeling by her locker. Her long blonde hair swinging back and forth, as she puts her 
 
 books into it. Her hands seem so delicate, yet so clumsy to him. He loves the way shewore t-shirts. Though he knew she hated her curves, he loved them and the way theyshowed through even her most baggy t-shirt. He walked into class.She shut her locker and walked into class.They sat two seats apart. They both wanted to sit near the other. They both thought theother didn’t want that.The boy next to her was annoying her again and he could tell. He loved the way shelooked when she was mad. She would take many huffs and mutter with disgust. The boy put his arm on her. She told the boy not to touch her. He was getting mad. If she toldsomeone not to touch her, then that person shouldn’t. He couldn’t say anything to the boy.She was sadly not his to claim.The boy next to her just touched her again. She was getting mad. She only wanted one boy to touch her and this was not the one. She told the boy to stop touching her. The boytouched her again. She muttered something under her breath that was only audible to the boy. The boy stopped. She looked at him and he smiled back a smile that said to her,“good for you.” If only he would smile like that at her all the time. But sadly, that smilewas not hers to claim.They both knew that she hated the guy. They both knew that she could do nothing aboutthe guy.He wished he could stick up for her.She wished she could stick up for herself.The bell. To gym class.They both hated that class, but for different reasons. She because sports just weren’t her thing. He because the guys liked to mess with him.She hated when they did this. He had this things about people touching him, as did shehave a thing about people touching her. She guessed he just felt uncomfortable when people were close to him or touching him. She may never know the true reason.The guys were messing around with him, trying to hug him and touch him. He hits them,trying to make them fall back. It’s no use; they’ll just try again later. He hates it when people touch him. He’s uncomfortable with it. It’s his body and people just shouldn’ttouch it unless he allowed them to. He liked that about her and also hated that about her.She respects his personal space and instead of hugs, she uses handshakes because shethinks he wouldn’t like her being in his space. He won’t say anything to her because hedoesn’t feel she wants to hug him.
 
She yearns to hug him, but usually just shakes hands instead. He doesn’t want her in his personal space, though she strongly wants him in hers. That girl always hugs him whenshe gets the chance. She hates and likes that girl because that girl is nice. That girl iseverything she wants to be and can’t. He doesn’t want to hug her anyway.Dodgeball day, co-ed.He loves dodgeball and with the girls, it’s even better. He hopes that she is on his team but also hopes she is on the opposite team so that he can throw at her. The girls walkedinto the room. Her hair is up and he thinks it looks so pretty. He can’t help but look at her.Great, dodgeball. She guesses it will be fun since they’re playing it with the guys. She puts her hair up so that it won’t get into the way. The girls walk downstairs and enter intothe gym. She spots him automatically. He with his brown hair. She meets his eyes for a brief second, turns away, and steps into roll call. Her teacher separates them and she is onhis team. She realizes that dodgeball is not so bad.He’s so afraid he will embarrass himself in front of her. No, he won’t think of that. All hesees are the balls on the gym floor, waiting for him to throw. The teachers blow thewhistle and they’re off.The whistle is blown and she can’t help but look at him. He’s so athletic and she wonderswhy he doesn’t play sports. Though she knows she will never say this to him. A ballcomes toward her and she screams and dodges away just in time. Her friend gives the ballto one of the guys. When she is not paying attention to the game, she is hit square in thechest. She walks to the other side of the gym.She was hit in the chest. He gets a ball and throws it at the person who did it, getting that person out. A player on the opposite team, closely related to him, hits him on the ankle.He walks to the other side and stands by her and their other teammates.He was out. She felt his presence beside her, turned, and saw him.He felt her eyes penetrating his skin. He looked towards her and saw something that hehas never seen before.He looked towards her and she looked into his eyes. She believed she was in love but believed that he was not.What is the thing he was seeing in her eyes? It was warm and sweet, bitter and sad all atonce.What could he be thinking? His eyes looked confused, as if he swallowed a gummy bear and then realized that it was a fly instead. Why was he looking at her like that? She thenknew. Quickly she masked her face to try to conceal what she thought he had seen.
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