My heart only beats rapidly for one person.
Lizzie.
My palms grow sweaty. My breathing becomes raspy.
This is me.
This is how I feel.
What it feels like when I am in love.
When I am so in love, I couldn't imagine not living with Lizzie. Not holding her and kissing her and feeling the angelic soft touch of her skin.
I couldn't imagine not having any of that.
So why, now am I having these same desperate feelings. Lizzie is far away in a different A-Period class yet these raw, unrestricted feelings are flowing through my veins.
And I can't stop it.
A tall dark-haired Hispanic girl walked into our classroom. I was taken aback. I've never been taken aback by anyone except for Lizzie. Not even Miranda.
After talking to the teacher, the girl took a seat in my row, right in front of me. The sweet scent of her perfume filled the room.
I closed my eyes and engulfed the scent like non-other letting out a small sigh.
She turned around and smiled.
"Hey, I'm Natalia," she said casually.
"Hi. I'm David but everyone calls me Gordo," I responded.
"Gordo? That's a goofy nickname."
"It comes from my last name, Gordon."
"Oh, I get it."
"So, you're new?"
"Obviously, David."
"You can call me Gordo."
"I know. But I don't like that. I'd rather call you by my own nickname."
"Really? And what's that?"
"Well, I don't know yet. But," she leaned in closer, "as soon as I get to know you better, I'll think of something."
Natalia winked at me and turned back around in her seat.
Ms. Greenick, our A-Period teacher began speaking.
"Natalia, why don't you stand up and tell us a little about yourself."
Natalia went to the front of the classroom.
"I didn't want the rest of you guys to be looking at me from behind, so. Anyways, hey, I'm Natalia Muniz and I'm from Miami, Florida. I personally have no idea why my parents moved here except to get a new "change" or so they say. Um, well, I like dancing and singing, but singing especially. I play the piano and write my own songs and someday, I hope to become a professional musician and have people listen to my music, go to my concerts, whatever. I'm not overly excited to be here, but I can deal. And, uh yeah, that's basically it."
Natalia went back to her seat in front of me.
"Did I look nervous or what?" she turned around and said to me.
"You looked great." I responded.
Oh my god! Did I just say that?
"You know what, David? I think you and I are going to have a great rest of the year."
I hope not.
Oh god, I hope not.
Lizzie.
My palms grow sweaty. My breathing becomes raspy.
This is me.
This is how I feel.
What it feels like when I am in love.
When I am so in love, I couldn't imagine not living with Lizzie. Not holding her and kissing her and feeling the angelic soft touch of her skin.
I couldn't imagine not having any of that.
So why, now am I having these same desperate feelings. Lizzie is far away in a different A-Period class yet these raw, unrestricted feelings are flowing through my veins.
And I can't stop it.
A tall dark-haired Hispanic girl walked into our classroom. I was taken aback. I've never been taken aback by anyone except for Lizzie. Not even Miranda.
After talking to the teacher, the girl took a seat in my row, right in front of me. The sweet scent of her perfume filled the room.
I closed my eyes and engulfed the scent like non-other letting out a small sigh.
She turned around and smiled.
"Hey, I'm Natalia," she said casually.
"Hi. I'm David but everyone calls me Gordo," I responded.
"Gordo? That's a goofy nickname."
"It comes from my last name, Gordon."
"Oh, I get it."
"So, you're new?"
"Obviously, David."
"You can call me Gordo."
"I know. But I don't like that. I'd rather call you by my own nickname."
"Really? And what's that?"
"Well, I don't know yet. But," she leaned in closer, "as soon as I get to know you better, I'll think of something."
Natalia winked at me and turned back around in her seat.
Ms. Greenick, our A-Period teacher began speaking.
"Natalia, why don't you stand up and tell us a little about yourself."
Natalia went to the front of the classroom.
"I didn't want the rest of you guys to be looking at me from behind, so. Anyways, hey, I'm Natalia Muniz and I'm from Miami, Florida. I personally have no idea why my parents moved here except to get a new "change" or so they say. Um, well, I like dancing and singing, but singing especially. I play the piano and write my own songs and someday, I hope to become a professional musician and have people listen to my music, go to my concerts, whatever. I'm not overly excited to be here, but I can deal. And, uh yeah, that's basically it."
Natalia went back to her seat in front of me.
"Did I look nervous or what?" she turned around and said to me.
"You looked great." I responded.
Oh my god! Did I just say that?
"You know what, David? I think you and I are going to have a great rest of the year."
I hope not.
Oh god, I hope not.