• He takes my breath away
    Just the sight of Andrew walking down the hall turns my stomach into a squirming mess of desire. I long to run long pale fingers through his wavy chestnut hair, to dance past all the other girls green with envy at what I've aquired, to be noticed by him and have the courage to say 'hello'.
    Then again, how many other teenage girls have felt the same way I have? Have thought the exact same things yet never have been able to do anything about it?
    Better yet, what would make a guy like him even look at a girl like me? What makes me stand out?
    Nothing, that's what! I'm not pretty or smart or overly talented like so many other people in school. To top it off, I'm the shy little girl who sits in the corner. Whenever I'm approached, I stumble over words and end up sounding like a fool. I'm not a fashonista and I'm definately not a jock.
    What would make him look at me?

    The bell rings, breaking me from my self lothing just long enough to get me to class. My green eyes scan the hall behind barely noticable lenses framed with gold as I fiddle with a lock of almond hair.
    Time for music. Normally a hated class of mine, but it's been a bit more enjoyable ever since Andrew joined our class. He plays the saxophone while I went for something a bit more elegant; the flute. Todays the day we get up in front of the class and perform the piece that we've worked on for a month.
    Andrew volunteers to go first. He seems a bit nervous for once, but I'm sure he'll do fine. Sure enough, as soon as his lids slide over his irises his saxophone blares with a strong crisp note that gets everyone's attention. He chose a fast, jazzy tune that calls to me, gives me confidence. When it ends, I feel like cheering. As always, he'd done perfectly.
    Our teacher asks if anyone else would like to volunteer, almost immediately, I raise my hand shouting "I will!" through a smile. And almost immediately, I'd regretted it. Though when I sneak a look over at Andrew, he's smiling in a surprised way, causing a smile to bloom on my own lips and a familiar heat to spread across my face.
    My hands and fingers shake while my knees threaten to give out. A steadying breath helps, but not by much. I shut my eyes and imagine that I'm back at home, safely in my room, playing my song for my stuffed animals. The shaking goes away and my knees regain their former strength. I bring the flute to my lips and begin, just like I practiced. Slow, soft, and mystical, that's my goal and by the end of my song, I know I've achieved it.
    A hush had fallen over the class, I retreated to the safety of my desk during that hush. One by one, the songs were peformed and class ends.
    A light tap on my shoulder catches me on the way out. I think it's my teacher, congratulating me for finally volunteering, but instead Andrew stands behind me with a friendly smile.
    "Hey, your Katherine right?" his voice sounds so silky smoth as it slides into my ears. I stand helplessly frozen to the ground, unable to even squeak.
    Finally I manage to nod before bolting to my locker. Did he really just talk to me? And he knows my name?!? Please God, someone pinch me so I know I'm not dreaming!
    My heart hammers in my chest, threatening to burst, but I have the biggest smile plastered to my face. He does know who I am! He has noticed me! Resting my head against the cold metal of my locker I replay his voice in my head, delighting myself in every sylable. The way he says my name sends chills dancing over my skin and raising gooseflesh on my arms.
    For now, I'll bask in this small paradise of mine, forever a secret admirer.