Distractions
So what if he had bad grades. Every teenager had that happen to them at some point. And it was hardly his fault.
Strictly speaking it was her fault. Not that she was doing anything on purpose to be so distracting. It was just the things she did, or when she was around him.
The way her eyes twinkled when she laughed, and that little flick of her hand whenever her hair slipped from behind her ear.
Or when she spoke. Not to mention when she laughed, which was rare enough an event that it absolutely had to garner all of his attention.
So it was weird, one could say, to see how his grades were down an entire letter, if not more, when she was in the same class.
He was actually obsessed with her. If you looked up the definition for the word it would describe exactly the way he felt about her. [He didn't actually know what the definition of Obsession was. But he knew that that was what he was feeling.]
She smelled like fruit. He had no idea what kind it was, it might have been some kind of medley. Obviously she didn't wear things like perfume, but it was her shampoo or it was just the way she smelled. He actually let her pin him every so often when they sparred just to have her that close to him.
The bell rang and Ulrich was jarred out of his day dreams. He looked over to the door, watching all the other kids file out and there she was, leaning against the frame, the pale skin of her stomach standing out against the black of her shirt.
He can't help but notice the way her lips twitch upwards at the left corner of her mouth.
It means she's happy to see him too.
"You coming Ulrich?"
"Yeah!" he slid all his books into his bag and stood up.
There was no way he was going to be doing his homework today either.