Betty was sat in her Geography class staring at the clock. It was only five minutes into the lesson and she was already bored. She looked around the class and noticed someone staring at her. She adjusted her glasses and looked back to the board. She kept taking sly glance at the boy who had been looking at her. He was very good looking. He caught her eye and held her glance. Betty felt a spark shoot through her body. Although he was good looking, he wasn't popular. He was a guy who was into cooking and art, instead of soccer and "babe watching". She liked that about him… She liked him?!? Betty got a confused look on her face and looked down at her jotter.
She started doodling on the back of the book. She drew hearts and started scrawling lyrics over the back of the book. Was she starting to fall for him? "Miss Suarez? Do you know the answer?" the teacher asked, clearly irritated. Betty looked up and thought, "Ah crap, what am I meant to do." She looked around the room hoping for inspiration. The guy caught her eye again. He was holding a bit of paper which said, "oh, erm… it's a misfit stream," dreading that she had got it wrong and would get into trouble. "Well done Miss Suarez," the teacher said before turning back to the board. She looked over at the guy and smiled a grateful thanks to him.
He bit his lip as he saw her go back to her work. She looked so cute when she smiled. She had a pretty dress, and although it was quite plain it made her look gorgeous. Wait? Did he like her as a friend? Maybe more? He hadn't expected that. "Ah, crap, I should be doing work," he thought as his teacher came over and interrupted his daydream.
After class, Betty walked up to the guy and smiled. "Thank you for helping me back there Gio," she said. He looked down at her and smiled back. "No problem," he said. "I just thought you looked like you needed some help." She smiled again. "So…" Betty said thinking how good he looked. He had his dark brown hair spiked up, a leather jacket, white t-shirt and a pair of light blue faded jeans torn just above the knee on. He looked so good. Betty blushed.
She had an idea. "Will you help with something?" Betty asked, "I am trying to get the yearbook stuff together and I heard you were brilliant at photography. Fancy spending some time with me to get the class photos? It's okay if you don't. I shouldn't have asked. Never mind. Sorry for bothering you Gio," she said hoping she didn't sound too desperate to spend time with him. She turned away and he stopped her by grabbing her elbow. She felt a spark of electricity shoot up her arm. He turned her back to face him. "Betty, of course I will help you. I could never leave a damsel in distress," he said winking at her. He took the books from her arms and they walked down the corridor together.