It was him. Standing there, almost tipping on his skateboard, talking to the other guyes, while he's putting some livres in his locker. It was only a an il y a since my last boyfriend left me, and already, I seem to not care at all. What is this feeling?
Hey, he's moving.
Throwards me.
Smiling.
No?

Stacia stops him, asking him something, he laughs about it. I hate that girl, she's such a show-off, but I don't mind. I don't like her, but I dislike the fact that I like him even more. Wait a second...

He stops her in the middle of another joke. And he looks at me, and passes par her. He's coming my way, what should I do?
"Hey."
"H-h-hey..."
He is talking to me... ME!
"Soeh, what are toi doing?"
Act cool, act cool!
"Nothing really." The musique from the iPod make the sound of his voice feel far away. I act bored.
"What are toi listening to?" he smiles at me. The acward smile boys got when they don't have anything to say. So not cute.
"Deep Purple."
"You wanna go out with me?" I stare at him, try not to look shocked.
"Exuse me?"
"Eh, toi know what, just forget it! I should-"
"No, I just can't belive toi just... Forget it, yes, I wanna." I smile at him, trying not to overreact.
He glances at me, as if I was from another planet, which I am, according to Stacia.
"G-great! I'll pick toi up at seven!" he smiles and takes some steps back, runs a bit, then he turns around and looks at me again.
He waves to me, with a big smile.

This was the best jour of my life.