The hallway was crowded as I made my way to my class. Before I knew it, I got shoved into a locker.
"Oops, sorry Jess," Mallory snickered. Her best friend, Allison, giggled with her.
"Leave me alone, tramp," I groaned, crossing my arms.
"I'm a tramp? Look at you! You look like a crawled out of a dumpster with those clothes like that," she laughed again.
"With clothes like yours I'd look like a stripper," I said as I turned and continued walking.
"Go brush your hair, lesbo!" she said and gave me one final shove. I stumbled forward, almost falling onto the person in front of me.
"Watch where you're going," the guy growled.
"I'm sorry, I umm, got pushed," I stuttered.
"Wait, you were the one Mallory was yelling at, right? Called you a lesbo and told you to brush your hair?" he asked with a small smile.
"Uh, yeah, something like that," my cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I watched my feet.
"Don't listen to her, I like your hair," he said as we walked.
"I- really?" I looked up at the tall boy. His fluffy brown hair almost covered his eyes, I wonder how he can see.
"Yes, really," he giggled, "what's your name by the way?" My brain turned off. He likes my hair? I don't understand why.
"Hello?" he said, snapping me away from my thoughts.
"Oh! Sorry, um, Jess, my name is Jess," I stammered.
"I like that name, I'm Spencer," he smiled.
"I like your name too," I smiled back.
"Thanks, it's nothing special," he chuckled.
"Mine's not special either," I added.
"Maybe not, but I like it," he smiled at me. I felt my cheeks get warm as I smiled back.
"I gotta go, my class is right here, it was nice to meet you, Jess," he said.
"Nice to meet you too, Spencer," I said back as he disappeared into a classroom.
'I wonder if I'll see him again,' I thought about our interaction and how nice he is.
'I hope I see him again.'
