A Memory of When I First Saw You

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!"

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