Tired, I sat by the computer and logged in. Ryan was online, just like he promised.

"Hey" he said.

"Hey" I answered. "You've got all the worksheets for the project?

"Eh… no… I think I left it in my locker…" he replied after a while. "Can I come over?"

"Hold on."

I ran downstairs. Aunt Louise was watching another one of her favorite soap operas, holding to a piece of tissue. I giggled.

"Aunt Louise, can one of my friends from school come over? We have to work on a history project."

She slowly turned her head, thinking, and then said "Yes, but not for a long. You have to eat dinner soon."

I went back to my room and typed "Yeah, sure."

In fifteen minutes, while I still was trying to create a working area on my desk, that was completely covered with books, pencils, pieces of notes that I kept from my conversation with Andrea during Spanish class, my mom's instructions to Aunt Louise about taking care of me for the next month (which I never gave to her, as I "forgot"), earphones and my friends' cell phone numbers, the door bell rang so suddenly that I dropped a math book on my foot.
Spitting "ohh, damn", I ran downstairs and screamed to Aunt Louise "I'll get it".

I looked like a red-faced monster with my hair all messed up as I opened the door and, trying to calm down my breath, said "hey!"

"Hey Cam. Is everything alright?" he asked, looking a little confused.

"Yeah, totally" I said. "Let's go upstairs; I have some ideas for the project."

"Well, I was thinking we can do a skit, acting out the election" he said.

"That's a great idea. Did you start writing it down yet?"

"No. I was hoping you could help me." He smiled.

"Well, it's not that bad", I was thinking an hour later, when we were almost done with developing ideas and writing them down, arguing over parts and characters, and then acting it out. "At least we are done with the project".

"Cammie, the election has nothing to do with slaves, it only…"

"Of course it does! There was the expansion of suffrage. And besides, the slaves were in the South, and…"

"Okay, you want slaves to be a part of our skit? Who will get their roles, Sara and Victoria?"

We both laughed.

"You are right. I give up."

He looked over the 3-pages skit that we finished working on. "It's really good. We will get at least an A on it. Good job, Cam!"

"You too, Ryan. Thanks for not letting me fail this."

"Well then…I should probably…"

"Okay…"

As I went with him downstairs, witnessing another portion of tears over the television by my aunt, I opened the door.

"It was fun working with you." I smiled.

"You too."

He was just about to leave, as he remembered something. He searched in his pockets, and took out my pen that I gave him earlier.

"Here you go. Sorry for that. See you tomorrow!" He smiled, and left.

I went back upstairs to finish my homework, but over and over again I found myself thinking about Ryan, and not being able to concentrate on the structure of cells and congruent triangles.

Who exactly is this guy? I've never noticed him around before, except for being in the same history class as me. He is very tall, and I guess you could say good-looking. His hair is rather short and brown, and he has gray eyes. He is always very quiet, or maybe he is just tired. He has an adorable smile, which he doesn't show too often though. After another hour, when I finally understood that there is no way I will be able to concentrate on my homework, I decided to call Andrea.

"Hey Andie, what's up?" (I decided that calling her Andrea every time would be a little too complicated for my diverse accent.)

"Hey Cam. Nothing, just finished my homework. Didn't have that much though. Are you done with yours?"

"No, I can't concentrate…"

"What's wrong? I thought you were working with Ryan on your history project. Did you finish?"

"Er, yeah. We did. It's just…Do you have any classes with him?"

"Umm… No, only lunch. For god's sake, Cammie, what happened between you two?"

"I think I like him."

Silence.

"Well…That's really sweet, but…You barely know him, don't you?"

"Yeah" I sighed. "Andrea, I don't know what to do. I can't get him out of my head."

"Cam, just wait. Let it settle for a couple of weeks, and then see what you feel. Alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks. See you in school tomorrow."

"Bye".

I opened my geometry book and thought that Andrea is very right. I barely know him, so I shouldn't waste my time on it. After all, I have much more important things to worry about.

The next day at school was rather weird. Something was wrong with Andrea- looking pretty every single day, today she went above and beyond anything I would've expected. She curled her hair, and it lay beautifully on her shoulders. She was wearing a very sweet blue mini dress with leggings, high heel shoes and had noticeable makeup on.

As I stared at her for a couple of minutes, she started panicking.

"Oh my god Cammie, what is it? My hair, right? I knew I should've not curled it. Is my makeup alright? Cam?..."

"Andrea, you look gorgeous."

She blushed. "You think so? I wish he would think the same way…" she said, and stopped herself, but I was already determined to find out the rest.

"Who? Tell me! Do I know him? Is he in our school? Since when?..." I threw my questions at her.

She lowered her voice.

"Cammie, you gotta promise me you're not telling anyone, but I think I am in love."

"So I've noticed." I said, looking at her outfit and hair once again. "With whom?"

"I…I don't think you know him, Cam, I just think that…"

"What's his name?" I asked again. I am not giving up.

"I will come over today and tell you, okay?"

"Andrea…"

"I promise."