Say Anything

By Music Theory, I'm drifting happily along in a pink bubble.

"What's up with Nolan?" Laila says.
"What do you mean?"
"He's been staring at you since he walked in the door. Don't you notice anything?"

I look over at Nolan. He quickly looks away.

"Drool much?" Laila says.
"I was only seeing if he was looking at me!"
"Protest much?"
"Okay, people!" Mr. Oakey says, clapping his hands together. He sits down at the piano and begins to play the all-too-familiar melody. We're supposed to hum along. While we hum, I look at Nolan. He's really tall, like maybe six-one, which you can tell from the way he's folded up in his chair. His hair is dark and his skin is pale. I'm drawn to those eyes again. They're big and deep blue. Almost a violet color. And he has those really long eyelashes that most girls would die for.

Nolan catches me looking at him. When he sees me, his eyes get even bigger.

It's really weird, but for a few seconds we're both just staring at each other. Why is it that when I look at him now, it's like I'm seeing him for the first time?