Will he know my name?

The teacher then perceeds to walk from the door to the front of the room. A few moments later, the teacher begins talking to Ian. And as they are chatting, Williow is more than happy to observe their whole conversation. In her head she keeps thinking damn how can this man look this good while just doing nothing. She then starts checking Ian out from head to toe. Nice fluffy and straight black hair that is shorter on the sides and longer in the middle....yeah that’s a check in that department. Hmmm, smooth tanned skin, no acne, long eye lashes, greenish blue eyes...everytime I look at his eyes it makes me fall even deeper in love with him (so that’s a check). Williow continues to scan Ian, a perfect nose, sharp jawline, and a sexy smile with a bit of a smirk. See now this is my problem (Williow is thinking to herself) how can a man be this perfect and to top it off he is 190cm tall. As Williow continues to continplate a few more passing thoughts, that she did not realize that she was still checking out Ian. As the chat between Ian and the teacher finishes he looks right at the chilling stare he felt earlier and realized who the culprit was. All he did was give a small smirk and continued on with his business.

Mr.Bruner (home room teacher)- He is a middle aged man who is married to another teacher at BridgePort high school. To add, has two children who are twins that are age ten. He is strict, balding due to stress, grayish white hair, 165cm tall, brown eyes, and wears glasses. Mr. Bruner clears his throat....cough..”Attention everyone I would like to introduce each one of you students to a wonderful student who is both academically and athletically savvy. He is a senior so he will be graduating next year for the heads up to anyone of you students who were thinking of making a pass on him. His name is Ian Lightin. As many of you all are probably wondering...what is a senior doing in a junior class? Well, Ian is here to talk about the boy’s volleyball team.”

Ian Lightin- “Hi everyone, as Mr.Bruner just told you my name is Ian and I am here to talk about the boy’s volleyball team. So let’s drive right in, as many of you might already know our volleyball team has won nationals for the past five years in a row and we are planning to do the same this year.”

Ian continues to inform class B-23 about the history of the school’s volleyball team and at the end of the presentation told all the boys to go sign up.

Ian Lightin- “Remember, don’t forget to sign up by this Friday. Since, tryouts begin on Monday afterschool. Thank you I hope you all enjoy the rest of your day.”

Mr.Bruner-“Class, say thank you Ian for your presentation. And give him a big round of applause.”

Class-“Thank you Ian for your presentation.”

The class gives an applause to Ian. After Ian leaves, everyone starts whispering “ohh my, who is he.”

“He is just my type.” “Do you know if he has a girlfriend?” “OMG, did you see his handsome face and how tall he was.” Bridget throws a crumpled ball of paper at the back of Williow’s head. Williow then touches her head and turns around. She makes eye contact. Bridget points to the crumpled piece of paper and starts mouthing “open it up and look what I wrote.” Williow grabs the paper turns back facing the front of the room and reads what Bridget wrote. “Did you know he was on the volleyball team? Well, I guess it makes sense since he is 190cm tall. Least he is using the good genes he got. Also, are you okay? I was not sure if you were going to pass out of excitement. Ian stood so close to your desk that you could reach your arm out and touch him. Talk about luck, you have to tell me the details.” Williow’s turns around and smiles at Bridget. Williow starts writing on the other side of the

piece of paper... a few minutes went by and then tosses the paper back to Bridget. She wastes no time opening up the paper to read what Williow had wrote. “Where do I begin? Let’s see I was definitely blushing, my heart felt as if it was going to rip out of my chest. Also, I am not sure if I began sweating or not but every time I looked into his eyes the room began to heat up. And wtf how did I not know that he was on the volleyball team like where was I?” Bridget laughs silently to herself.

After class was over Taylor texted Williow “what all the note passing with Bridget was about.” Since, whenever Taylor asks Bridget what her and Williow talk about she always says (Taylor texts this line) “it’s nothing that concerns you. It’s just girl talk. Boys like you won’t understand.” Taylor continues to text “like what does that even mean boys like you won’t understand?”

Williow continues to walk while texting Taylor “hah, hah well you know how Bridget is. Anyways I’m pretty sure you can guess what we were talking about.” And just as she hits send she crashes right into something.

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