As I walked into the classroom, there were two things I saw:

My desk and his smile. His smile was what I noticed first. Bright, white, and devilish. It was calling my name and welcoming me in every way. I simply returned it and sat down.

"Ena, could you look worse today?" A shit eating grin on his face.

"At least I look better than you do everyday." I replied and walked over to his desk, that beautiful smile; it was so hard not to smile too.

"Oh I am so scared, what are you going to do?" He said and then began to burst out into laughter as I started to smack him in the arm.

"So strong you are." He replied and grabbed my wrists. I yanked away but it was no use, and I liked having his smooth, cool hands around me. My hands got sweaty and it slipped only to meet the lock of his. Cool palm to cool palm, finger tip to finger tip. This was something I only dreamed about. I did something bold, locked my eyes with his and suddenly his smile disappeared and a look of puzzlement appeared. Suddenly our fingers glided into their slits, making our hands a perfect ball.

My heart raced, each beat feeling like it was visible. There were no words, only silence. Then the sound of the bell broke this spell that I wished would never go away. I quickly rushed to my seat and sat down, my face beat red I am sure, and left him in astonishment. It was 12:10 on a Friday when my deepest dream, besides going to Yale and getting my masters degree in micro-biology, came true. And for some reason I think his did too.