I made my way through the crowd, walking to my English class. I assume I wasn't paying attention to were I was walking because I ran into him. I had never seen him before, apparently he was walking in the same direction, I was looking down and ran into him from behind. What an idiot I am, who does that?

I continued walking to class, internally criticizing myself about what I did. I pressed my books to my chest and picked up my pace.

Just a couple more steps and I was home free, with no luck he turned into my English classroom.

It wasn't as if he was just an ordinary guy. In fact he was the opposite of that. He was the kind most parents disapprove their children of even associating with. There was something about him, something that made him intriguing, but at the same time unapproachable. Strange, I know. His sense of style was something else. Skinny jeans and a black blazer, simply plain black, but so flattering.

I found my way to my seat and waited for class to commence. I found myself staring at him.

I assume he felt me staring, he turned around from his seat in front of me, he looked at me for a brief moment before simply saying "you have pretty eyes." I could feel my face heat up. He smirked; gosh that smile sent my heart in a couple back flips before landing in my stomach. His eyes, his green, mysterious eyes, they let out a dozen butterflies in my stomach. "What's your name, blue eyes?"

"It's uh...c..." I was interrupted by the bell. He turned around as the teacher began to talk. I shook my head and criticized myself some more, I was being such a idiot. My heart was racing, it didn't help that the teacher had .I had to concentrate; I could barely make out what the teacher was saying my mind was still on him.

From what I could understand, the teacher, was Assigning English partners. "Everyone in the front row will be partners with the one behind them."

"Looks like were partners, blue eyes," he said a matter-of-factly. He smirked and I though my heart was going to explode.

"y-yeah...looks like it" I managed to say. My heart skipped beat. I could feel it aching at just the though of spending time with him.

We began working on a story following the instructions "to create a paper about an average character with an unlikely outcome." We were working pretty well until he caught me of guard "I never did catch your name, blue eyes,"

"Clare...Clare Edwards," he nodded committing it to memory.

"What a pretty name for such a pretty girl," he smirked. Before I could reply the bell rang. While collecting my things I began walking out the door. He was already at the doorway waiting for me. I already decided English was my favorite class.