I hate Mr. Calvin. My mind was wandering to Lynnette when he asked me what to substitute 'put in' for. How was I supposed to remember something so irrelevant when all I could think of was her. I replayed her expressions when I finally admitted I would have asked her out. Was she happy, confused, or angry? She had only looked at me once today and I couldn't figure out what she felt, or didn't feel for me. The stress was building up, and the last thing on my mind was another scientific verb. Lynnette must have thought I was stupid because she didn't bother to look at me when I told him I didn't know.

Ever since orientation in sixth grade, she had me. When the kids were introducing themselves, everyone tried to outdo each other's responses. I told them my favorite animal was a liger but she just said dog. When we explained our movies I said Starsky and Hutch, she said The Fifth Element. When I found out I didn't know the movie, she suddenly seemed interesting out of all her other blandness. Then all of her blandness seemed so significant.

Over the years it only grew stronger and there were plenty of other girls to distract me temporarily. I escaped to Jubilee Park with my friends after school just to get away from her, seeing if she would wear off. I started to begin doing stupid things there and built up a bad reputation. I tried to keep it under wraps at school, so she wouldn't find out what a loser I was. Then I didn't even bother going to school. It didn't stop, it was a never-ending circle of interest.

If only we could take a day to hang out and talk at the park or the movies, then I would know if she was more than a few exciting moments or a dull story. I had a good feeling there was more to her than her good grades and simple nods. I knew there was another side that she wanted to share with me.

But that was out of the question, my friend were impossible to reach under all that ego. They didn't have to target her for me to know they didn't think she was "good material". My friends didn't see the real her. Lynnette's beautiful dark hair, the blush in her cheeks whenever we chatted, those sparkling eyes whenever she laughed, even the dimples in her cheek.

They would never understand. Callan was the only normal one. We've been together from kindergarten when we both wanted to put worms in the girls' backpacks. We both had come a long way. I told him everything about my crush for Lynette. Even though he didn't understand and thought I was crazy, he supported me. Dudes like that don't come often, he's pretty cool like that.

Callan is semi-friends with Ebony. The thing about Ebony was that she couldn't keep her mouth shut. She told Callan to put in a good word for her to Ethan. He didn't, but he told me. Anyway, blabbermouth Ebony told him Lynnette would be at the library for tutoring. An opportunity like this wasn't going to pass me up.

I entered the building hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Trying to camouflage I snagged a book for a random stack. I skimmed the tables downstairs then looked up. Right next to the railings upstairs, Lynnette was at a table with that guy I saw at the library. I remembered it was Ebony's crush and I was confused. I didn't trust that guy because it looked like he had a thing for Lynnette.

I kept a my distance staying downstairs. Even though I couldn't hear them I could tell the conversation was getting heated. She started packing up her bag furiously. I knew she was getting her agitated him, and a similar expression was placed on his face too. Just a she was about to leave I saw him grab her. His smile could have been seen even from down here. He was excited but calm, ready but uncertain, but still he smiled. He grinned while he planted a kiss on her heavenly, full lips.