I'm finally back with a new chapter! Sorry I took so long to update. Readers please continue the comments and feedback, I could use the help and ideas. Also, if you see any grammatical errors please comment. I would like to improve on my writing more and more each day. Anyways, thanks and enjoy!

After Science class, Wilbur had art and Violet had French class. For the rest of the day, they were in separate classes. Finally it was homeroom, and Wilbur couldn't wait to find the girl so he could talk to her once more and finally get her name. But unfortunately, she was once again no where to be found. However,Wilbur was determined that he would see her again tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Wilbur had to meet with this girl Violet to talk about their science project. So he went up to the homeroom teacher, Mr. Miller, and asked "Excuse me Mr. Miller, where is Violet?" "Oh I'm sorry Wilbur, but Violet left early today,"he responded kindly. "K thanks anyways"Wilbur said. Wilbur walked away and thought "Seriously, I can't find Violet or that pretty girl."

The next day Friday in 11B, Wilbur sat next to the girl. During the night, Wilbur had planned everything he was going to do and say. He would wait outside the classroom until the girl walked in the room. Then he would sit next to her or in front of her. Wilbur would drop his pencil near her seat on purpose so that the girl is forced to pick it up for him. That is when he can start the conversation.

Wilbur kept repeating the procedure in his head and kept telling himself "don't be a chicken Wil, man up and drop that stupid pencil already." So finally Wilbur dropped the pencil. Wilbur starred at the girls angelic face and waited for her to notice the pencil. It was useless, she was too busy texting, Wilbur didn't know what to do. He had planned out every little detail, but forgot to think of what to do if she didn't notice. UGH! Wilbur was getting frustrated.

Wilbur stretched out his legs and struggled to reach the pencil. He began to slide a little under the desk. "Just a little more"he thought. Just an inch away from the stupid pencil...

"Mr. Robinson, are you alright there?"asked Mr. Miller. The whole class began to giggle including the girl. Wilbur didn't know if the girl laughing at him was a good sign or a bad one. He either looked pathetic or funny.

"Um... yea." Wilbur answered. The girl noticed the pencil on the floor, so she reached down to pick it up for him. When the girl handed him the pencil, he noticed how her hands looked so fragile and delicate yet firm and strong. "Perfection"he thought. Her nails were painted maroon. Her nails were so shiny, they shimmered when she moved her hands. "Thanks" Wilbur said quietly. Wilbur was so confident about his plan, a little too confident. He had never felt this nervous in his life. Wilbur felt like his nerves were constantly being tickled by a small feather. Wilbur felt as if a hand clutched on to his throat causing him to choke, not letting the words he practiced over and over in front of his bathroom mirror come out of his mouth. Wilbur's hands began to sweat and all of the positivity that was once in his brain disappeared. All Wilbur could do was picture himself in the worst situations. Wilbur stuttered as he spoke. He couldn't talk. He pictured in his head, him spitting on her as he talked, while his zipper was open. Or worse! Being so nervous, he somehow fell off his seat and tried to get back up when all of a sudden his pants fall off ! The terror!

Wilbur was speechless. It was so awkward.

Violet: um Wilbur right? Hi! We met on Wednesday and I was wondering if we could talk later?

Wilbur: Uh yea [he mumbled]

Violet: Cool, what do you have last period?

Wilbur felt a rock in his throat

Wilbur: Br-br-break

Violet: Awesome I have a study hall. Ill meet you by the bench where we talked two days ago.

Wilbur nodded his head.

Violet: Oh by the way my name is-

RING! RING! RING! "Seriously the school bell rang just when she was about to tell me her name!" Wilbur was annoyed but excited at the same time.

Violet: Bye Wilbur see ya later.

Wilbur: Bye.

Homeroom was over and Wilbur could not wait for 4 hours to go by. Wilbur walked to Algebra and grinned the whole day. Meanwhile, Violet was headed to P.E. As she walked to the girls locker room she laughed while thinking about Wilbur. "He's funny and kinda cute"she thought. "Hopefully he doesn't turn out to be a jerk like other boys in this school. Guys think that showing off and being rude it attractive. Ugh boys...Hopefully, Wilbur is different."

6 HOURS LATER...

Wilbur: [sigh] Keep moving forward. Keep moving forward. Keep moving forward. Ugh! This is useless. She totally forgot about me. I get being 5 or even 20 minutes late, but 2 hours! I am just as bad waiting here, how embarrassing! I got stood up.

Wilbur was tired of repeating his dad's motto "Keep moving forward"so many times. Besides he had given up already. The worst feeling to have is false hope. Wilbur grabbed his phone out of his pocket-

Wilbur: Hey Carl sorry for the late notice but can you please pick me up from school?

Carl[robot]: Dude! I thought you went out to eat or something! School ended a long time ago! I'm gonna ask Franny if...

Wilbur: No! Wait don't tell mom. Just please. Come pick me up PLEASE.

Carl: Alright! Alright! I'm on my way.

Moments later, Wilbur got in the super car in a discrete manner. When Carl noticed the look on his face he asked him "Wil what were you doing?" Wilbur immediately snapped at him and responded "it doesn't matter just leave me alone!" Carl was puzzled. "Wil to me it does matter. What's wrong what happened?" In a deep voice Wilbur murmured "Carl I don't want to talk about it."Carl gave Wilbur an understanding nod. The whole ride home was nothing but silence- well minus the music of course