Of course I couldn't concentrate in gym. One: There's no point in concentrating when Ты know you're gonna fall flat on your face, and two: My mind was still buzzing.
Which I still didn't quite understand. My mind didn't usually react like that. I mean, our school may be small, but we didn't lack in cute guys. Trust me. I know. But, I also hadn't dated any of them... which may be why I don't know much on the subject.
I changed back into my normal outfit, and rushed to секунда period, zipping in the door as the final колокол, колокольчик, белл rang, and taking a сиденье, место, сиденья just as Mr. Hank, my Calc teacher, walked inside. He silently went up to the board, and began copying something random, as I zoned out, staring at the wall.
He must have eventually noticed me paying no mind to the board, so he slapped his binder against my desk, waking me from my daze.
"Now, Miss Reyes, I understand why Ты would be Мечты at this moment in time, but Ты need to copy this down," he demanded. I nodded at him, and pulled out my notebook and began writing.
Mr. Hank then spent the rest of the period giving a lecture on... Ты know what, I don't remember. That won't be helpful on the test tomorrow.
I raced to third period, making it to class early for the first time in... well, actually, the first time ever. But, it was History, the last class I wanted to be in right now. I sat down in a стол письменный, стол as far back as possible, so maybe Mr. Janell wouldn't notice me spacing out. I sat there, Письмо a poem, until the final колокол, колокольчик, белл rang. I set my journal aside, and tried my best to keep my mind from going blank. But, as Mr. Janell was about to begin speaking, the door creaked open, and everyone directed their attention to the back of the room. Who I saw at the door made my сердце literally jump out of my chest and fly to France.
Alejandro.
It was fairly obvious, seeing as almost every girl in the class was making googly-eyes at him. I almost did, but I did my best to hide it.
Here we go again.
Mr. Janell looked up at him, and immediately realized why he was here. "Ah, yes, Mr..." he began, but his brows furrowed in thought, evidently forgetting the name he was told earlier. Well, I could understand that. He's probably getting еще than one new student today.
"Burromuerto. Alejandro Burromuerto," he replied. I pursed my lips, trying not to laugh. I already took Spanish. He must know what his last name means, right?!?!
"Right. Take a сиденье, место, сиденья anywhere," Mr. Janell requested. Alejandro sat down in the сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to me. I looked at him, and suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Aww, crap, what am I gonna do now?!?!

To be continued...