Snickerdoodles!

After lunch, I escaped with Sarah. Sarah's eyes were big and bright, practically begging for the details.

I sighed, knowing she would burst if I didn't tell her soon.

"Zach was staring at me in class, and then I bumped into him, literally, and he said 'I'll talk to you later' and I guess lunch was later."

She sighed. " I know THAT. Bree told me. But what were you guys talking about??"

I blushed at the conversation me and Zach had.

"First he joked around,then he introduced himself fully and told me about his family. He has a brother named Isaiah and a dog named Lola. Then he made me tell him my full name and about my family. And then he said I was pretty. After that he talked about his family more."

"Wait he said you were pretty?"

"Yeah" I sighed.

"Wow! Isn't he handsome?"

"Sarah! I guess he is, but why would he say that?"

"Hmm I don't know. Maybe he likes you."

I laughed. "Yeah he DEFINITELY likes me." I made sure my tone was dripping with sarcasm. I rolled my eyes.

"I think he does. It's not like it's impossible. Almost all the boys here like you."

I rolled my eyes for the second time.

"Yeah that's totally true."

"It is!" Sure, boys looked at me, but that doesn't mean they liked me. I decided I would let her have her fantasies.

"If you say so, Sarah"

***

The final bell rang, and I was picking up the books I had dropped while standing up. After I grabbed them, I walked out of the classroom, and surprised to see my brother waiting for me.

"Looks like someone has a boyfriend." He teased.

Oh great. He saw too? Him and his friends always sat on the other side of the cafeteria. How many people were looking? "No" I said "I don't know why he asked me to sit with him. He said I was pretty."

"Does that mean I need to go beat someone up?" He asked, already riled up.

I laughed. "No it's ok. You can't beat someone up. You know mom. She would bury you alive. And he didn't really need to be beaten up.He was nice."

"But do you like him?" Ian asked, curiosity practically oozing out of each word.

"I mean yes, but he's too popular, and you know how I am. He's nice and all but at lunch every one was staring! Imagine that every day!"

"Yeah I see your point, even thought I'm not shy like you, little sister." He mussed my hair. I thought of something then and had a little panic attack.

"Oh but don't tell mom PLEASE?! She doesn't need to know all this, and I don't want to be grounded for eternity."

"Yeah that would be bad. Ok."

"Thank you Ian."

***

When I got home I ate, finished my homework, took a shower and crashed on my bed. I was exhausted from all the panic attack I had today, and was glad I could just rest for a while. My mom woke me up after 30 minutes of deep sleep.

"Hey Kira."

I moaned "yes ina?"

"You never take naps, are you feeling ok?"

As soon as she said that, my forehead started throbbing, and I was a little light headed. I didn't want my mom worrying about me, so I lied.

"I feel fine, just tired. Can I go back to sleep please?" I said a little too quickly.

My mom shot me a concerned look. "Ok" She said wearily. I fell back asleep quickly. I dreamt of those electric blue eyes, and woke up at 2 in the the morning, disturbed and a little upset that that was what I was dreaming about. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I grabbed my paint collection, some old jeans, and got to work. I loved painting on anything, but jeans were one of my favorites, because they just look cool. I turned on the T.V, and continued my painting. I looked at my drawing, and saw those same blue eyes painted with perfect accuracy, and looked pretty real. "UGHHHH" I growled to myself unintelligibly. I painted over the eyes in white and payed attention to what I was doing for once. I doodled on the white, and made intricate little swirls and dots of all colors. I finished them feeling satisfied. I put them out to dry, but still had a lot of time left. I decided I better exercise a bit, to make up for yesterday. After 50 crunches, 30 push-ups, and 200 hundred jumping jacks, I got bored and lied on my bed for a while. Was Zach gonna talk to me again? Would I be able to do that if he did? Anxiety washed through me. I had enough social interaction yesterday to last me at least two weeks. I hoped with all of my heart he would forget about me or realize I was boring and not worth his time.

***

I sat in my normal spot in math, and looked over to see Zach smile at me. Oh snickerdoodles! My day was just about to get a lot more complicated.