3 Years Ago

He walked in and looked around the room. Just standing there waiting to be noticed. The teacher finally looked up and headed toward the boy. He introduced himself to the teacher and was placed in the seat exactly two rows away from me. I looked over at the boy. His fluffy brown hair, dazzling and bright blue-green eyes, and masculine features reeled me in. My face grew warm and my cheeks were glistening red, like that of a rose. My heart was racing, pounding consistently against the walls of my chest. I just couldn't look away. I was lost in a trance and was just captured by his alluring features. Then it was as though he had felt a presence observing him and the boy had looked in my direction. Our eyes met and it seemed like my body was floating through clouds of beautiful colors that represented the happiness I was feeling. But then I became aware of my surroundings and snapped back to reality. I turned away and faced the board. I had totally forgotten about what the teacher had been teaching. But I wanted to see him again, just one more glance. So I shyly looked back and saw his eyes fixated on what the teacher was doing. The look of interest that was filled through his eyes just made him look even more handsome. I felt drawn to this. I turned back away smiling and resumed my attention to the teacher. But I was subconsciously thinking that I really wanted to know what kind of person this boy was. I felt so sure that'd he'd be a lovely person.

The next day.....

It was fourth period Spanish class and once again I'm staring at this boy. I didn't have the courage yesterday to go up and ask him his name. As I was distracted by looking at this boy, the teacher had been calling on me and I wasn't making a response. Then my friend pokes me from behind and tells me to snap out of it. My attention resumes to the teacher. He had asked me if I had known the Spanish alphabet. Since it was my first year of Spanish I promptly told him no. Little did I know what we had been going over in class was in fact the alphabet, I felt so embarrassed. The teacher then gave me a stern look and told me to pay more attention to his lesson. I buried my head into into my arms. I kept wondering what the boy had now thought of me. Did he think I'm an airhead? That I'm not a good listener? That I don't take this class seriously? I was so anxious to know what thoughts he had of me. I looked up sheepishly and moved my eyes to the left, in the direction of the boy. His eyes were up on the board and his hand was moving fast along his notebook. He must be taking notes I thought. Then it came to me. If I wanted to talk to him I could just ask him for his notes. It would be the perfect excuse to walk up to him and say something. Five minutes before the bell would ring, I promptly walked up to his desk. He was just getting ready to pack up his belongings. I opened my mouth getting ready to ask him, but I couldn't do it and just stood there. I kept asking myself why I was being so nervous. I'm just simply asking for notes, what's there to be nervous about? The boy then looked up at me and asked "Um, do you happen to need something?" My mouth was dry and my legs began to go weak. I just shook my head no and the boy said "Well alright." The bell finally rang and I thought I had missed my chance. But to my surprise when the boy sat up from his seat, he held out his hand and greeted himself. He said "By the way, I'm Ezra." I took his hand and smiled. Then I said "Hi Ezra, I'm Layla!"

Present Day

It's my senior year of high school and I am already running late. I honestly couldn't care less though if I make it on time. School is something I have dreaded for the last year and a half. I didn't always dread it though. I loved learning. Even the most boring classes I still found fun. I would try my best in everything I was doing. Even all the way down to my appearance. I also enjoyed going out and being with my friends. Making plans and thinking about my future was always something exciting. I always looked forward to the next day. I was happy, really happy. Then I wasn't. I make my way down the stairs and run down the drive way to make it to the bus stop. The bus was pulling in just as I got there. I took the second seat on the right side of the bus. I pulled out my phone to check for any messages. Then I immediately put it back. I completely isolated myself from everyone, there's no way I would have a message from someone. The bus pulls into the school and I head toward the gym. School doesn't officially start till seven o'clock and it's only six fifty-three, so I have to wait in the gym until the bell rings. As I enter the gym I seem him. My body instantly freezes. I'm petrified, unable to move. Yet it doesn't stop the tears welling up inside. I clutch my chest. Dull and sharp stabbings going back and fourth, in and out of my chest. It hurts, it really hurts. Then I hear an old friend of mine call my name. "Layla, are you alright?" Her call helped me regain my composure and I wipe my eyes and straighten up my posture. I reply with "I'm fine" and walk off. Damn it! I thought I had moved past this but clearly not. It still hurts, even to see that stupid face of his. It makes me happy that this will be my last year. Then I'll never have to him again. Not just him, but everyone. I'm just done, so done. I hurt too much. I can't take these feelings anymore.

    The bell finally rings and I head to homeroom. Homeroom is done alphabetically so I'm usually always with the same people that I've been with since freshman year. The teacher is doing roll call and I'm just sitting here looking out the window. I see a bird on the tree branch outside. It then took flight and I watched it as it flew away, till I could no longer see it. The teacher then calls my name and I say "Here." I have ten minutes left in homeroom until the bell rings for first period. Everyone has moved around looking at each other's schedules to see which classes they have. I just stare at the clock watching as time ticks forward. Then I remember the dream I had last night. A memory more like it. It took place three years ago. I sigh. Three years ago doesn't seem all that long ago but it feels like it's been a century since then. The bell rings and I head to my first period. It's math and I happen to have gotten my favorite teacher. Normally I would have walked up to her with a smile and ask her about her summer. But I didn't. I took the seat that was all the way in the back. I stared at the door watching everyone come in. The teacher was about to close the door when suddenly a straggler came through. He apologized and looked for an empty seat. My heart was furiously pounding. It was him. Oh why did it have to be him? The only empty seat was right beside me. We made eye contact and he seemed to freeze for a moment before then taking the seat next to me. The teacher then introduced herself. She said "Hello everyone I'm Mrs. Harris, I hope you had a wonderful summer break." "Now I know that those of you who had me before know that I let you sit anywhere, but this year I made a change to that rule." "Where you are currently sitting will be your assigned seat for the rest of the year." My eyes were wide open and my mouth dropped. I have to spend the whole year sitting next to him. Man do I dread school.