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The hallway seemed to stretch on and on, glancing back down at my schedule to see that I had the right building, McDaniel, well I had the right building but the doors didn’t seem to match up with the numbers. Bell ringing signaling twelve o’clock and reminding me I was already five minutes late and I heard the Psychology teacher Mrs. Holtz was an old bag that hardly let any excuse fly.

Turning the corner my books went crashing to the floor along with the rest of my body, my eyes raised to meet the most gorgeous green eyes which belonged to Mark Hornsby, jock extraordinaire, captain of the basketball and baseball team and first string on the swimming team. My heart sped up causing blood to rush to my face immediately causing a blush to rise. It was no secret among my group of friends that ever since I came out as gay Mark was the one I was fascinated with but he was two grades ahead so we had no classes together.

He smiled down with a twinkle of laughter in his eyes, “You lost freshman?”

Mark leaned down collecting the books at his feet while I scrambled to get the ones closer to me. Once everything was picked up I stood up shifting to my left foot, “I’m not a freshman,”

“What?” he took a step closer to hand me the books he picked up.

Licking my lips I looked at him, “I’m…uh not a freshman,”

He furrowed his brows for a second before handing me the books, his hand brushing against my skin sending a shiver through me, “Huh…you’re not a senior are you?”

“Oh no…No I’m a sophomore,” I said brushing my long bangs from my eyes than adjusting my glasses, nervous habit can’t stay still.

“What class you looking for?” raising an eye brow I wondered how he knew what I was doing before slamming me with his hard chest, seeing my question gaze he nodded to the schedule still clutched in my left hand.

“Oh…yeah…um…” my throat was dry not believing I was actually talking to the king of the college, mind blank I had to look back at it but the words seemed a bit fuzzy, “Um…Mrs. Holtz room…”