He'll never notice me. I'm invisible, I know he won't.

At least, I that's what I thought I knew.

It started like any other day. I wouldn't get my hopes up, but butterflies will still begin flying in my stomach every time I see him. I went to my locker (which is exactly 42 paces from Phil's!) to get my Biology and French books. Then I remembered.

I have Biology with Phil.

I only realized this now because I always sit up front. I suppose he's always at the back, but this time, I'll make sure I sit as near to him as I can get. Maybe then I'll work up even half a sentence in front of him. I stood near the doorway, in the classroom, waiting. All of a sudden, in my boring little world, time slowed down.

Phil was walking in. He walked with a certain something that went beyond grace. Every time he blinked I felt like I was melting. The way his hands swung as he walked just made me think "Oh God…" And the way the wind went through the open window and brushed through his hair was simply the essence of divinity. Yeah, I know I'm obsessed.

Just then, I screwed up my courage (not that I have much) and followed him near where he sat. And I remembered… Keely had Chemistry. Oh my gosh! The seat next to him was still empty! I think I almost ran there. As I sat down and put down my bag, I looked at him…

I actually did it…

"Hi," I said, smiling (or trying to).

"Hey," Phil replied, smiling that beautiful and dazzling smile of his. "I'm Phil Diffy, by the way. I haven't seen you around… what's your name?"

"I… I'm Teri Robinson."

"That's a pretty name," he said. I tried really hard not to blush, and I was about to thank him, but then…

"Settle down, class, settle down…"

We all kept quiet and sat still. At the corner of my eye, I saw Phil slipping me a smile. Oh, wow……… "Earth to Miss Robinson?" the teacher said. "Huh, what?" I said stupidly. Slick move, Teri, yeah, real slick move… "Sorry," I finished, as everyone laughed.

Near the end of the lecture, which I was only half-listening to (just taking notes; no, they did not read "Phil Diffy" over and over), the teacher said, "Okay, class, I'll put you into pairs for this project. Name the different levels of the food chain—with pictures, please—and explain the significance of each level. Now, Mr. Anderson…" The teacher was going alphabetically, and soon reached Phil's name. Yep, you guessed it… "Mr. Diffy, you can be paired with… Miss Robinson." Oh, joy! Oh, rapture! OH MY GOSH!

As class ended, Phil approached me. "I guess we're partners, Teri. So, you want to meet after school or something? We can discuss our project then," he said. "Oh… um… ok," I stuttered. "Ok, see you!" he said, waving as he walked to his next class. I sighed to myself. Then I started walking to French class.

"Bonjour, my students!"

Now I know why French is called the language of love.

A/N: WHEEEEEE! I'M BAAAA-AAAACK! Now you see how big my crush on Ricky Ullman is.