"Ouch!" Emily cried out, crashing into a desk. She heard footsteps approaching her and was about to say sorry when she looked up. Towering above her was a boy with brown shaggy hair, blue eyes and a concerned look on his face that made him look pretty cute.
"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" he asked, reaching his hand out to her.
"Gaa-ack," she managed, grabbing his hand and hoisted herself up. Then her cheeks turned bright red. "I mean yes. Thank you so much." He smiled and Emily blushed, averting her gaze.
"Hey, it's the least I can do after accidentally hurting you," the boy said, now sporting a grin. "Here, I'll help carry your books to class as payment." He started collecting the books on the floor and she felt herself grow even more red.
"By the way, my name's Aaron. Aaron Smiths." the boy said to her, books gathered in his arms.
"Emily. Emily Goldberg." she replied, blushing once more.
"Emily, huh? That's a pretty name." Aaron said, flashing her a big grin.
"Thanks." Emily squeaked, nervously tugging at her hair. She's had bad experience with boys before and now she was afraid she was going to mess up in front of this cute boy. They walked out into the hallways together, now empty and eerily quiet. Oh my gosh, I'm actually walking with a cool and cute guy to class! Emily thought excitedly, her body giddy with excitement.
"Are you okay?" Aaron asked her. Emily was surprised.
"I'm totally fine. Why?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Um, you were grinning at the floor just a while ago," he answered, his eyes crinkling with confusion.
"Oh, it's nothing," she blushed, avoiding her gaze at him and continuing to walk. This went on for a few more minutes before they finally reached English class. Aaron gave the books to Emily and smiled, making her heart melt.
"See you around." he called out to her, winking then heading off to his own class. Emily sighed. Her heart just couldn't take anymore of Aaron's looks! Against her own will, she squealed and almost instantly, her teacher Ms. Bell came outside into the hallway.
"Ms. Goldberg, should you not be in here and not out here?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Emily felt herself trapped like a deer in headlights.
"Yes, ma'am." she replied, her head low and embarrassed. She walked into the classroom but not before she let herself squeal again, then take a deep breath and start to take out her folder.