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It turns out Priscilla’s locker is just around the corner from mine, so we can always see each other between classes. That is a good thing, right? Or does that mean she’s going to be smothering? Am I overreacting? I think I am.

She is smiling at me and looking expectant.

“You look expectant a lot,” I say. Oh my god, what is wrong with my brain? Why do I say these things?

“Ya, I think it’s because I’m always waiting for something.” She replies. I am beginning to think Priscilla is perfect. I can say the stupidest things and she won’t look at me as if I am the dumbest person ever to live on Earth.

“Oh, were you waiting for me to do something?”

“Well, you were looking really thoughtful, like you were thinking about something really important. So I was sort of waiting for you to be finished thinking about whatever you were thinking about,” she explains.

“Ah, right. Well I’m done thinking,” I reply. I’m done thinking? Well obviously I am as I just said that.

Priscilla laughs and then says, “Well, you’re gonna have to start thinking again soon because I think classes are about to start.”

“And you’d be right, come on, I’ll walk you to class,” I say, taking her hand and guiding her through the halls to math class.

We get there just before the bell rings, I sit down in my seat and Priscilla says hello to the teacher, Mr. Langley. When everyone, except Priscilla, is seated Mr. Langley announces, “Class, we have a new student joining us today, so be quiet and let her introduce herself.”

“Hi! My name is Priscilla McAdams. I just moved here on Friday and I already really love this town.” Priscilla gives a little nod in my direction and then continues. “I am fourteen, I love birds and my favourite subject is gym, no offense to Mr. Langley.” She smiles a little then she says brightly, “Any comments or questions?”

“Ya, what are you doing tonight?” A suggestive voice from the back of the classroom asks.

“Sorry boys, I’m taken,” She replies sweetly and sits down in the desk beside me.

“Right well, welcome to Carlsonton High Priscilla,” says Mr. Langley. Then he starts a speech about some sort of math strand. I’m really good at math so I figure I don’t have to listen to him.

So I let my mind wander. It doesn’t wander very far, just to seat beside me. Priscilla is awesome. She’s smart, actually I don’t know if she’s smart, but she seems smart...I think.  She’s witty, that’s for sure. And she’s funny and outgoing and she says what she thinks, um I think. And it’s like she just can’t be awkward, she just pretends it awkwardness isn’t an actual thing. She’s gorgeous too. The way her golden blonde hair just seems to flow down her back, and her bright blue eyes, always so expectant, but a determined look too. And her breas-

“Eric?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you care to answer the question?” Mr. Langley asks.

“Uhhh,” I mumble, “Seventeen?”

“Why, yes, that is correct,” Mr. Langley admits, astonished.

I smile and then turn to Priscilla, just to look at her some more. She is looking at me, smiling. Her smile grows bigger and bigger until it looks like a clown smile. I glance at Mr. Langley. He’s writing something on the board. So I cross my eyes and stick out my tongue, making a silly face back at her. She makes a fishy face. Ooh, that’s gonna be hard to beat. I make a thinking pose, because I am thinking, then I lick my top lip in a not-actually-sexy way and nod suggestively.

I didn’t think it was that funny, but Priscilla obviously thought it was hilarious because she burst out laughing.

Everyone turned back to look at her and she quickly quieted down.

“Priscilla, would you like to explain to the rest of the class what is so funny?” Mr. Langley asks sternly.

“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about an episode of The Simpsons I watched last night. It was the one where Homer goes into space, um I think it was called Deep Space Homer, ya that’s definitely it, um and Barney was randomly-“

“Yes, alright, that is quite enough, thank you,” Mr. Langley interrupts. Most of the class is laughing, including me, and it’s even funnier because Priscilla is just sitting there with a confused look on her face, but then she’ll burst out laughing, so everybody knows she knows what’s going on. Then she’ll regain her composure, and then lose it again. Mr. Langley tries to shut us up, but he’s laughing a bit as well.

It’s contagious laughter, and it doesn’t actually stop until the bell rings and we all have to leave. Priscilla and I walk back to our lockers and I realize we don’t have the next class together.

“What you next class?” I ask her.

“History, room 206,” she replies.

“Right, and you don’t know where that is, do you?”

“I have absolutely no idea,” she says with a smile.

“Well then, I’ll walk you there,” I respond.

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” she laughs.

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My next class just flies by, and before I know it, I’m introducing Priscilla to my friends at lunch.

“Hi, I’m Priscilla, and you’re the guys from the porch, right?”

Or rather, she’s introducing herself.

“Um, ya. I’m Shawn.”

“I’m Ryan.”

“And I’m Kevin!” Kevin says. “How you doin?”

I feel like hitting him because he’s hitting on my girlfriend. Granted, it’s a really bad technique, and I know he’s kidding, but still.

“Oh, you’re Kevin! Right... So who are you?” Priscilla asks, turning to Ashley and Rachael.

“Um, I’m Ashley and this is Rachael,” Ashley says, pointing to herself and then Rachael.

 Ashley has short red hair and outgoing. Not as outgoing as Priscilla, but then again, I don’t think anybody is. Rachael has long brown hair and bright red glasses. She didn’t want them that colour, but her mom made her get them because she’s so shy. Ya, get her bright red glasses, that’ll make her less shy. Kevin is blonde and he’s a year older than the rest of us because he failed grade 3. Rachael thinks he’s so disgusting because he’s a year older than us, but he’s been like this since grade 7, so it’s not that. Ryan has shaggy brown hair and apparently it’s cute. That’s what Ashley always says anyway. Shawn has short black hair and has braces.

“Cool. Hey Rachael, I love your glasses,” Priscilla compliments. Everyone laughs and Priscilla looks at me inquisitively.

“Rachael hates her glasses,” I explain.

“Oh. Why? They’re gorgeous.” Priscilla insists. Then she says to Rachael, “And they make your eyes look really green, really pretty.”

“Um, thanks,” Rachael says and gives a little smile. Then there’s a bit of a silence.

“So why’d you randomly make out with Eric last night?” Ashley asks. Ah, awkward silence. Good one Ash.

“Oh, well, I kept taking sips of my father’s brandy and I think I took one too many,” Priscilla replies.

“So you were drunk?” Ryan asks incredulously.

“Ya, I am pretty sure.”

Kevin stops eating French fries, and then says, while French fries still in his mouth begins, “How can you be pretty su-“

“So, Priscilla, tell them why you specifically kissed me,” I suggest, cutting Kevin off.

“Cause you were the hottest guy on the porch,” She replies, ruffling my hair.

“Aw, crap, I shoulda been there,” Kevin moans. And at the same time Ashley says, “Well I beg to differ.”

“Cause, even though Eric is cute, Ryan is the hottest,” Rachael continues.

“Well, I do like Ryan’s hair-“

“Ohmigod, me too!” Rachael interrupts.

“Oh cool!” Priscilla says with a smile. “But, in my opinion, Eric is hotter.”

“Ya, I can see why you would say that, his hair right? A lot of girls like curly hair.”

“Yes, exactly.” Priscilla agrees nodding.

Throughout their entire conversation about who was hotter than who, Ryan and I had just sort of been sitting there blushing. Shawn had been sitting there gawking at them, and Ashley kept opening her mouth, probably trying to make Rachael shut up.

And Kevin, well Kevin was trying to be acknowledged because he thinks he is God’s gift to woman.

“Hey!” he finally exclaims. “What about me?”

“What about you?” Rachael and Priscilla ask simultaneously.

“How come you aren’t including me in you comparing of hotness?”

Everyone except Kevin laughs until their eyes water. Shawn actually chokes on whatever he was eating at the time. It was pudding. You would assume you couldn’t choke on pudding, but apparently you can.

“Wow, I never would have thought you could choke on pudding,” Priscilla says in awe.

“Well you can,” Shawn says, “but I wouldn’t advise it.”

Everyone laughs a bit more, and then we talk until the lunch bell rings. Well, I am really glad that my friends seem to like Priscilla. I didn’t really have any doubts, but there’s always a chance.

So, now I have French, and then I have art with Priscilla. Yay.