I couldn't stop smiling yesterday.

It's like everything made me happy and no matter what, there was a smile on my face.

All because of a preppie.

Yes, a preppie.

I'm not too fond of the preppies, but this one... I think this one's alright.

For now.

In reading, we had to sit boy, girl, boy, girl, etc., and I wasn't expecting anyone to sit by me. At least not anyone who hangs out with the bitches.

Anyways.

He did. And he talked to me. He joked around, messed up my paper (a sign of flirting), let me peer edit his, and acted like we've been friends forever.

He sits by me in math, too, and he's always talking to me. I usually ask him for help on the homework or class assignment... and now he's doing it too. He's usually the only one who knows what goes on in that class.

I'm kind of flattered.

I don't know why, but I like talking to him.

I like how he includes me and doesn't act like he doesn't know me.

Or thinks he's better than me.

And it seems to me he's talking to me more everyday.

Plus we both won "prettiest eyes" for our class superlatives.

I keep finding myself wanting him to talk to me... wanting him to sit by me... wanting him to come to school... waiting and waiting for him to walk in the classroom doors (we're in all the same core classes)... NOT wanting him to go up to the high school in the afternoon....

Way to screw up my feelings all over again.