Author's Note: This is important. I posted a part called 72 Hours, but it went out of order. It's in front of Over and Back. Please check it out. I know most people haven't been able to find it. It's two parts back.
QOTD: Derek or Malia?
AOTD: Derek
Your heart was racing faster than it ever had before, and all you had to do was think about him. You thought about him all the time, no matter how little you must have crossed his mind. If the thought of him made you this weak, people could only imagine how bad it was when you were actually near him. Whenever you walked by him in the hallway, you stopped breathing. Whenever he spoke to you, your heart stopped beating.
You had no idea what love was, or if this was even close. It didn't seem like it could be. He barely even noticed you. Maybe you were just having fangirl spasms.
Whatever it was, it was unhealthy. You had gone to school with Scott for years, and you were far from friends. You were acquaintances; you would probably ignore each other if you ran into one another in public.
You wondered if-
THERE HE IS!
You spotted Scott walking down the hallway, and mentally prepared yourself for the stoppage of your heart, which would surely happen when he came nearer.
You clutched your pen in your left hand, and shut your locker with your right. Scott was closing in. It almost looked as if he were walking towards you.
And then you realized he was walking towards you; your lungs fell down to your heart.
"Hey," Scott smiled.
"Hello," you answered quickly.
"How are you?"
A conversation? Scott was trying to start a conversation? Suddenly all of the social skills you had accumulated throughout the years disappeared.
"I am fine. I am currently doing just fine. I am... I am better than fine. I am doing above average. I am doing well. You too? Uh, and yes? What? How you are? How are you?"
"Um, I'm great. Thanks for asking," he said. Beautiful.
Your pen slipped out of your hand. You and Scott both bent down at the same time to pick it up, knocking heads.
"Sorry!" You said, letting him handle it.
"It's fine," he laughed. "Here's your pen."
"You're welcome. I mean thank you. Thank you, Scott."
"Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to study together sometime," he scratched the back of his head.
"Study? Where?"
"I don't know. I mean, we could go to my house."
"House of you? Your house? Okay, uh, that sounds good. That sounds perfect. You could almost say that it sounds wonderful."
"Okay, well, great. How about we meet out front after school?"
"Yes. Okay. Good."
"I'll see you later then," he said, spinning around.
"You too! I will also see you later at the same time you see me."
Scott turned the corner and you allowed your organs to crumble inside your body. The hottest guy in school just asked you to study with him, and you managed to say yes.
Are you going to regret it? Probably.
