The Story Of My Life

Donovan had lapsed into silence too, staring out the window. She worried he was concerned about the meeting to come. She reached out and touched his hand. He flashed his eyes at her. She did not read the worry she expected but a boyish humor.

"I recall. Sorry I didn't speak to you, I had quite an anxious day." Her eyes traveled down my body. Was she... checking me out? Judging me? I didn't know how to react or what to think, so I suppressed a smirk and shifted my weight to my left leg. I kept asking myself the same question: why was I so smitten with a girl? All my life, I had silly crushes on attractive boys who'd never notice me. I didn't even know Demeri, but I felt like I could know her very well. "I moved here a little late in the year."

“You should probably stop daydreaming and get ready,” Matt suggests from behind me in the lift line. He is the guy who has taken me

“Yes, he thanked me and promised to look into it. Was… was that okay?” Lauren stammered as she darted a nervous gaze toward Stryker.

“He is just a boy at my co-o… how do you know that name?” She asked, suspiciously.

The apprehension left the teacher’s face. “Then I guess it’s all right. I’m sorry, but we can’t be overly careful.”

“What are you trying to say? Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Ernest asked and sat down to wait until his friend finished talking.

“So, are you nervous Mattie?” Alfred asked lightly, despite already knowing the answer. Matthew chuckled bitterly and shook his head, casting his amethyst eyes downward.

I chuckled a little bit. "Don't worry about it. If you want the whole truth, which I figure you do, I feel the same way. Maybe it's just because I've come from pretty much nothing, with few people who really cared about me, and who would listen. But I really do like you too. I don't know what to call this, but I like it." He glanced at the ground, running a hand through his blood red hair. "I don't know if this needs to be called something, and I don't know either," he laughed. "But I think we need to keep talking and hanging out. Because this seems promising. I nodded in agreement. "Definitely." He looked back up at me, his brown eyes reflecting the gold paintings on the walls of my white apartment. "Well, it is getting late, so.. I should probably head back to my apartment so you can do whatever. I'll see you around, Miss Brayer." Josh winked. I watched him leave my apartment. "Bye, Mr. Dun." I

Dan’s eyes widened. He had never gotten something like that in response to half-hearted questions. It was always a negative, and maybe a suspicious glance, as though they wondered why he would even ask. He wouldn’t argue, though. “I suppose there’s no harm in looking.”

He leaned against the counter, “I wanted to ask you a question,” he told you as you got up to lock the doors.

    As he walked past me, I glanced up at him timidly. I looked into his eyes, realizing they were exactly like mine. Quickly I shifted my gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. It wasn't always this awkward between us, but something had changed.

Her smile became teasing. “Ah, sorry. I was curious.” Retrieving her hand, she tilted her head. “Don’t worry about it too much.”

Daniel shot his head up, looked around and noticed the lights were on. Matt was working on his concluding paragraph on his paper.

He smiled slightly, running a hand over his head like he always did when he was feeling awkward. “He saw you do it. And he’s a fast learner. The two of you are too much alike for him not to repeat what he saw you do.”