Expectation Is Taking Its Toll

I wonder.
I wander.

About her. I want to know her.
From art class to where he is. Study hall.

I see her walking in.
I see him sitting alone.

I kind of want her to sit with me. Why would she, though?
I want to sit with him so badly. Why would I, though?

She sits at the table next to me. Damn.
I sit at the table next to him. I can still look at him.

Oh well.
Oh well.

I put in my headphones and listen to eargasmic music.
I need to do something about this.

Hum to the music.
We’ve gone to school for three years together.

Do some Economics homework.
I need to talk to him or something.

This is so boring.
I know what to do!

Ugh.
I’ll pass him a note!

Change the song on my ipod.
I write something down in my sketchbook and rip out the paper.

Damn economics. I don’t even want to do this.
I fold it up and clutch it in my hand. I need to do this.

All of a sudden, something flashes in front of me.
OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod.

I pick it up and look at her.
He turns to look at me and I look away, smiling.

She’s smiling and writing in her sketchbook. I can’t believe it.
OhmyGod. Eep!

She passed me a note! Wow…
I can’t believe I just did that.

That was actually really cute.
He probably thinks I’m so weird.

I open it up, smiling.
At least he’s smiling.