I walked in my classroom, thinking about what had happened that morning. I learned more about Jake, he had just moved into Kentucky from Spain, and he was just a year older than me yet he was still in my grade. He was very kind, and, boy, you can tell he was from Spain from his Spanish accent. Omigosh, did I just say that? This is really new to me, what's this feeling I'm getting in my stomach, it's like butterflies…

Okay, now I sit in my lonely seat next to the window, putting my things into my desk. I lift my left elbow, placing it on my desk and staring out the window, still thinking about him. Why is he the one that makes me feel this way? Just what is this feeling?

I guess I'll have to wait and find out, I thought.

I looked up as my teacher cleared her throat. "Hello, class." She smiled.

"Hello, Ms. Katsumei," the class said back to her. Just not me.

"Class, today we have a new student," – she looked to the door and my mouth fell open as I saw who walked in – "Please welcome Jacob Zuki."

Jake stood at the front of the classroom, obviously looking for me as his eyes scanned the room. Then his eyes met mine, I flushed scarlet.

"Hmmm… Well, you can sit next to Amy Beth over there, by the window," she said, pointing at me.

Oh, God, why now? I thought, looking down trying to hide my crimson cheeks. I heard him sit down next to me.

"Hey there," he whispered, looking forward as Ms. Katsumei started class.

"Hey," I whispered back, smiling slightly. I could feel the other people in our class staring at us, and I was sure he could, too.

Surprisingly, school went by in a breeze. And for once, I was smiling when school was over, I was happy. Jake was in all of my classes, right down to chorus.

I waited by the big oak tree, looking up at the sky. I heard someone walk up to the side of me, so I turned around. I smiled as I saw who it was.

"Hey there," Jake said to me, smiling down at me.

"Hey, Jake," I said back, smiling.

Jake and I had become friends. We rode the bus together, sitting next to each other every day. Pretty soon the first semester ended, and every day I could feel relieved for the first time of the day when I was with him.

But then the day came I had been dreading all year. The day before prom. Every year I didn't go, only because I didn't enjoy it. Prom meant dancing, picture, and, my personal hell, dates. I had never once been asked to prom, and I was always glad.

But not that day.

Jake and I left school together like we always did, a perfect day. But then Jake asked a question.

"Wanna walk home today?" he asked me curiously as we walked out of the school doors together.

I looked up at him, surprised he had asked. He had never asked before, but I shrugged, smiling. "Sure." I quickly put my book I had gotten out back in my dark aqua backpack. We walked down the sidewalk for a while, but it was strangely quiet. I glance up at Jake through my eye lashes, he looked nervous, like he was preparing for something.

Then he asked it.

"Hey, Amy, I was wondering if you'd go to the prom with me." He looked at me, smiling crookedly.

I felt my heart flutter. I looked down, flushing. "Um, sure," I murmured, my cheeks were a bright crimson. I looked down, hoping to hide my blush.

"Cool… So, uh, what time should I pick you up tomorrow?" he asked. His voice sounded nervous. "Is seven okay?"

"Yeah…" I said quietly, still looking down.

We walked in silence the rest of the way. I knew that was only because both of us were nervous. I walked up to my house, not noticing he was right behind me. I turned around to say goodbye, before I could even take a breath Jake did something I never expected. He kissed me. I didn't do anything to stop him, I let him, and I closed my eyes. I kissed him back. I felt my heart flutter, my bones felt as if they had melted. As he pulled away, I slowly opened my eyes, looking up at him. "Sorry…" he whispered, turning around and running. "I'll pick you up at seven!" he shouted behind his back as he ran, running away from me.

I just stood there, my cheeks were burning red. Then I knew what that feeling I had the first day I met him was… I had fallen in love with him. After a few minutes, after my bones had become solid again, I slowly turned around, opening my door then closing it behind me. I stumbled into my room, dropping my backpack on the floor, falling face-first onto my bed.

When I went to sleep that night, all I could think about was what tomorrow would bring. When tomorrow came, I didn't know what was going to happen. Except, it got better in a way, and also weirder.