First day of 8th grade ***-ed class, Sitting awkwardly beside you in my seat.
Closing our math binders in sync, The health teacher strides in.
"Take out your folders class!" a loud voice booms, I scramble to find it.
Taking out blank paper to write notes, The teacher launching into a fast paced lecture.
"Thistopicisveryimportantblahblahnolaughingblah--" Losing track of the words I stop and look to your sheet and copy,
To only see you have written one word--your name. You notice me looking as I smirk at you.
I try to hold in the giggles, Even though it isn't funny. You reacting the same way.
I look up and catch your eye and I feel my tummy doing turns, Why do you do this to me?
You look like your blushing but I couldn't tell as we both looked away, Do I make you feel the same way?
We mirror movements without noticing it, Life isn't making much sense to me.
I slump in my seat already bored of this lesson and let my hands hang loose, I then realize how close to you I am, your warm breath blowing down my neck.
I can feel you look at me, Me wavering under your gaze.
You do something surprising, You slip your fingers through mine under the desk, Hidden away from view.
I feel myself panicking my breath coming out faster, Blushing like a cherry red tomato.
I readjust my grip reassuringly squeezing your hand in a friendly gesture. They say your first love never lasts.