It all started with History.

It is nice to get back into the rhythm of writing and posting. Enjoy this short and sweet bit of fiction.

Casey was fifteen. He had floppy blonde hair that fell in his eyes. He had to flick his whole head to see, but the errant strands still hid his green eyes. They weren’t all green, they had flecks of brown and hazel scattered in them. Jennifer didn’t know what was worse, that she could stare at him for hours when he wasn’t looking, or that she couldn’t look at him for more then a few seconds when he did turn to her.

He held the door open for her as she walked into history class. She went to say thank you, but he was high fiving a friend that was right behind her. Her shoulders rounded as she slipped into her seat, trying to hide the blush across her cheeks by propping both hands on either side of her face, acting like she was bored, and not mortified.

Who was she kidding? Casey didn’t even know she existed. She was all stick arms and spindly legs. Her brothers called her Hills Hoist, because she looked like the skinny steel framed washing line when she held her arms up. They would grab her and spin her around the backyard until she puked.  

“Jennifer?” someone said clicking their fingers in front of her face.

She focused her eyes and leaned back in her chair. “Sorry.” She blinked and shook her head, Casey was smiling at her as he slipped into the chair beside her, spreading his books and pencil case out on the shared desk.

“I said, do you want to do the assignment together?” He flicked his head to the side, but his hair fell back across the bridge of his nose.

Assignment? Jennifer remembered hearing Mr. Rahilly mentioning an assignment on the assessment sheet, but she just assumed Casey would do it with one of his friends.

When she didn’t answer Casey leaned in, he smelt like apple shampoo and toothpaste. “Please tell me you know what the old man was talking about. I was lost when he started talking about Thebes.”

Jennifer snorted and pulled her textbook towards her, slipping out the assignment sheet they were given at the beginning of the term. “I know what it’s about. I just assumed you would partner with Paul, or Simon?”

“Nah,” he waved his hand dismissively. “I actually want to pass, so I thought I’d ask you. You’re the smartest person in here.”

Her cheeks heated again, and she cleared her throat. “Sure.” She hoped he couldn’t hear her heart banging inside her chest, because it was deafening in her own ears.

Mr. Rahilly tapped the chalkboard and underlined the word Tutankhamen.

Casey opened his book, his focus on the front of the classroom. She stole a chance to peek at him from under her hair. He was chewing on his bottom lip and bouncing his foot on the floor. A little voice in her head told her that he only wanted to partner with her because she was smart. He needed help; he didn’t actually like her.

She turned to the front of the class and tried to focus, she did a pretty good job until Casey gently touched her arm.

“Sorry.” She jolted with surprise. “I was daydreaming. I do that a lot.”

Casey smiled and it crinkled his eyes. “I know. Every time I look at you, you look far away.” He froze like he didn’t mean to say what he just said.

His ears turned pink and he cleared his throat. “No that I stare at you. Eh, forget I said anything.” He did a big smile that showed all his teeth, but his eyes were bouncing around the room looking for a way out.

All of a sudden, she didn’t feel like a Hills Hoist. “What chapter are we up to?” She asked flicking through her textbook.

Beside her Casey blew out a deep breath and said, “Chapter 12.”

“Okay, let’s do this.”

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