I couldn't help but stare at her in Brit History. I've been starring at her every day since she came. She was special and I liked her... a lot. At least we only have one class together, other wise I'd be failing out of high school, but I also wished we had more classes together so I could keep starring. She was such a beauty even if she was just taking notes.
It didn't matter that she insulted Bluebell, (well it did, but not much) I still wanted to know her. I wanted her to like me. I wanted her to notice me. I knew from Wendy that she liked Christian, all the girls liked him. He was a "god" in Wendy's terms. I hope that's all Christian was in Clara's terms.
I dreamed about my hands in her hair, our lips pressed together. I dreamed about her laughing with me, her smiling a special smile that girls give to that special guy they really like. I dreamed about her being all mine all the time.
Hmm... Maybe I could get her attention if, hypothetically, I request to burn her? I raised my hand.
"Yes, Mr. Avery,"
"I accuse Sister Clara of practicing witchcraft and I demand that she be burned at the stake," I say.
I catch a glimpse of her startled face. It was extremely fun to tease her. I bet it would be extremely fun to have her in my arms too. She looked so adorable at the moment.
"Well then, we'll have to vote," says Mr. Erikson. "All in favor of Sister Clara's burning, please raise your hands."
A lot of hands went up with mine.
"All in favor of Sister Clara's life," says Mr. Erikson.
Christian raised his hand with the rest of the class. That annoyed me for some reason. C'mon Tuck, it's not that big of a deal. It doesn't mean anything. I saw her glance at Christian. That didn't help the annoyance go away.
"Well," Mr. Erikson said. "It seems that Sister Clara has been spared. Continue with your work now."
I see her relax a little. She turns for a second to glare at me before she goes back to her notes. Instead of studying, I sat in my chair giddy for the rest of the period. She looked at me! Carrots turned to look at me! Maybe she likes Christian but at least I wasn't invisible. Even if it was for a second, I was happy she looked at me. I was happy Clara noticed me.