Fierce green eyes peak out from under strands of auburn as you lift your head from a rested position. They roll backwards as our teacher reminds you not to sleep in class. I imagine touching the desk beneath you and feeling the warmth where your chest had laid. On a rare occasion you smile softly and it lights a path in front of me. As if a vignette had appeared around you and the rest of the room just faded into darkness. Most times you keep your arms crossed. I wonder what you are protecting. You seem to have a permanent scowl. It doesn’t change how beautiful you are, but must make people wonder. Makes me wonder why your expression wants to scream but your teeth are always clenched tight. You show no interest in me, that doesn’t quiet the urge to take a chance, in fact it only grows deeper. The bell rings and you shove your books into your bag angrily. I hesitantly run over and stutter the words “Uh would you wanna go out sometime?” The clock stood still, and for the first time you were forced to notice me. Your face which is always paralyzed without emotion, finally let a smirk escape my way. “In your dreams.” Your voice echoed joyously in my mind. The way your lips loosened to mumble out such a quick rejection made me want you even more. In an instant you were gone and the room was empty, my chest was full of angst but I couldn’t wait to see you again.