Now What?

His name was Jack Daniel Rangelo.

He talked to me for the first time at the library. I went to the library once a week after school when I went to church.

I had seen him a couple times before he worked up the nerve to talk to me.

I had no idea what would happen after that first conversation.

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"Hey." he said as he sat at the table I was sitting at.

I pulled one earbud out so I could hear him.

"Hey." I shyly replied.

"What's your name?" he smiled.

"Mikayla." I put my pencil down seeing that he wasn't walking away.

"Cute." he smiled again.

Do I seriously have butterflies?

"Thanks." I looked into his hazel eyes.

"So what are you working on?" he pointed to the worksheet in front of me.

"Algebra." I frowned.

"Ah. So you a shmen?" he tapped his fingers to a beat in his head.

"Huh?" I replied.

What did he just call me?

"A freshman. Are you a freshman?" he chuckled.

"Oh. Yeah." I smiled.

"You don't look it." his eyes raked over my body.

"How old do I look?" I rested my head on my hand that was on the table.

"17." he said after he thought for a minute.

"Wow. I'm only fifteen." I giggled.

I seriously hated these stupid butterrflies.

"Well could've fooled me." he smiled.

I heard my alarm go off in my war telling me it was time for church.

"I have to go." I said putting my stuff in my backpack.

"Where?" he asked confused.

"Church." I replied quickly.

"Oh. Ok. Well see you later I guess." he smiled getting up.

"Yeah." i said turning to face him.

He gave me a hug before I walked away. I walked out of the library with a smile on my face and a stomach full of butterflies.

Stupid butterflies.