"Is anyone sitting here?" I asked, and Arnold looked up. His eyes were sparkling and he looked up at me with such innocence, I wanted to kiss him right then and there.
"No, go ahead," he said gently and I sat down. Even from my seat I could smell his cologne, an interesting discovery almost all the boys from P.S. 118 seemed to find this summer. He smelled GREAT.
The bell rang, and the teacher stood up and sipped some coffee. "Well hey there guys," she said sweetly, and leaned against her desk. "I'm hoping you guys had a great summer. Well anyway, I'm supposed to be giving you guys your schedules…let me see here…Harold?"
And so she went down the list, each student one by one receiving the years agenda. We were all comparing, and I found out I had many classes with my friends. I was practically overjoyed, but then the best news ever rang in my ears.
"Rhonda! We have like, five out of seven classes together!"
I looked up to see Arnold, smiling over my shoulder, with schedule in hand. I had to remain cool…not just for myself…well, I guess just for myself.
"Oh really? Well I suppose we'll be getting to know each other quite well," I said sweetly, and he smiled back and walked off.
I felt like jumping up and screaming. Running around, yelling like an idiot, just shouting praises, thanking the Heavens for giving me such a miracle.
Instead, I told the girls about my amazing trip to the Bahamas this summer.
When the next bell rang, we were supposed to go to our first period class for forty minutes. I was picking up my books when I saw a figure standing next to my desk. I looked up to Arnold, backpack on, looking rare and ready to go, looking down on me.
"Are you waiting on me?" the question just popped out…I didn't really want to say it out-loud.
"Yeah! You didn't think I wanted to walk to my first class of junior high by myself, do you? Besides, you're the only person in here that has science with Mr. Franklin first period," he said nicely, and grabbed my hand to help me out of my desk. It wasn't a romantic touch, just a nice pull out.
"I didn't see much of you this summer, Rhonda," Arnold said as we walked, pushing past fellow students. Everyone looked so scrambled, it was pretty funny.
"Yeah, I know. I was out of town for most of it," I told him. It was a long walk from our homeroom to science, it appeared.
"I heard. Will you sit with me in class? I don't wanna be the funky looking new guy that no one wants to sit with," he laughed and I giggled back.
"You are definitely not funky looking, but no worries. I'll sit with you," I said sweetly, surprised at my smooth words. He smiled gratefully and opened the door for me into our first period class.
When we walked in, I didn't know a soul. Not even Naomi, my new bud, was in there. Luckily, there were two empty desks waiting for us, amid our happy peers rejoicing the fact that they know each other.
Arnold and I exchanged worried glances and sat down. In walked a middle-aged man with thick glasses and a pocket protector. He stumbled over a lone book bag, and the class chuckled. He looked like an older version Eugene, except with brown hair.
"What a way to represent myself to a class. Good morning boys and girls, I'm Mr. Franklin."
The class grew silent and I looked over at Arnold. He was looking at me too. Embarrassed, I turned around. I heard him chuckle a little, and I turned bright red.
Did he know I liked him? I was growing concerned…was I that obvious?
"No, go ahead," he said gently and I sat down. Even from my seat I could smell his cologne, an interesting discovery almost all the boys from P.S. 118 seemed to find this summer. He smelled GREAT.
The bell rang, and the teacher stood up and sipped some coffee. "Well hey there guys," she said sweetly, and leaned against her desk. "I'm hoping you guys had a great summer. Well anyway, I'm supposed to be giving you guys your schedules…let me see here…Harold?"
And so she went down the list, each student one by one receiving the years agenda. We were all comparing, and I found out I had many classes with my friends. I was practically overjoyed, but then the best news ever rang in my ears.
"Rhonda! We have like, five out of seven classes together!"
I looked up to see Arnold, smiling over my shoulder, with schedule in hand. I had to remain cool…not just for myself…well, I guess just for myself.
"Oh really? Well I suppose we'll be getting to know each other quite well," I said sweetly, and he smiled back and walked off.
I felt like jumping up and screaming. Running around, yelling like an idiot, just shouting praises, thanking the Heavens for giving me such a miracle.
Instead, I told the girls about my amazing trip to the Bahamas this summer.
When the next bell rang, we were supposed to go to our first period class for forty minutes. I was picking up my books when I saw a figure standing next to my desk. I looked up to Arnold, backpack on, looking rare and ready to go, looking down on me.
"Are you waiting on me?" the question just popped out…I didn't really want to say it out-loud.
"Yeah! You didn't think I wanted to walk to my first class of junior high by myself, do you? Besides, you're the only person in here that has science with Mr. Franklin first period," he said nicely, and grabbed my hand to help me out of my desk. It wasn't a romantic touch, just a nice pull out.
"I didn't see much of you this summer, Rhonda," Arnold said as we walked, pushing past fellow students. Everyone looked so scrambled, it was pretty funny.
"Yeah, I know. I was out of town for most of it," I told him. It was a long walk from our homeroom to science, it appeared.
"I heard. Will you sit with me in class? I don't wanna be the funky looking new guy that no one wants to sit with," he laughed and I giggled back.
"You are definitely not funky looking, but no worries. I'll sit with you," I said sweetly, surprised at my smooth words. He smiled gratefully and opened the door for me into our first period class.
When we walked in, I didn't know a soul. Not even Naomi, my new bud, was in there. Luckily, there were two empty desks waiting for us, amid our happy peers rejoicing the fact that they know each other.
Arnold and I exchanged worried glances and sat down. In walked a middle-aged man with thick glasses and a pocket protector. He stumbled over a lone book bag, and the class chuckled. He looked like an older version Eugene, except with brown hair.
"What a way to represent myself to a class. Good morning boys and girls, I'm Mr. Franklin."
The class grew silent and I looked over at Arnold. He was looking at me too. Embarrassed, I turned around. I heard him chuckle a little, and I turned bright red.
Did he know I liked him? I was growing concerned…was I that obvious?