November 16, 2012: A
It was Friday, and I still hadn't worked up the nerve to ask out Max.
Scowling internally, I took a big bite of the apple that had replaced my pudding, ignoring Ratchet. He eventually stopped talking, muttering about grumpy people, and I shot him a glare.
Then he looked up and a grin lit up his face. "Hey, Romeo!" he nudged me, nodding to something. "There's your babe!"
I turned to see Max doing an absurd little dance to her lunch table, her friends laughing at her. A soft smile formed on my lips, despite my bad mood, and I watched in amusement as they began to tease her.
Nudge began to copy the dance, and Max rolled her eyes, turning away. Then her eyes land on mine, and she freezes, her cheeks turning a slight red, before looking away, her eyes downcast.
I picked up my sandwich, smiling softly to myself and taking a bite out of it, and this time, while Ratchet talked, I listened.
Just one glance had somehow managed to make my whole day turn around.
I am such a chick.
You are. :D BECAUSE OF MEEE. MWAHHAHAHHAHAHAHA- *Coughs. Chokes.*
~Anna Ride