Bailey walked into class and saw to his dismay, the cute guy from earlier sits right behind him. Bailey walked to his seat and sat down. He then placed his books down and began to doodle in his sketch book to make this situation a bit better.
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Bailey flinched and looked behind him. That cute guy had asked him a question. "I'm just drawing doodles in my notebook I guess," He replied before turning around and continuing his art.
Bailey felt his face heat up and he hoped that the boy didn't see. As he drew he asked the boy, "So what's your name?"
"Bailey, Bailey Jones," he said before returning to his artwork.
Bailey closed his sketchbook because the teacher was talking. So he sat through the boring lesson. (Wanna time skip to lunch?)
(Okay)
After the bell rang Bailey grabbed his things and walked to the lunch room. As he walked he thought about the boy from earlier, Carter. I was a total dork infront of him yet he's still kind to me, why was that. The thought bothered him.
Bailey walked into the lunch room and saw Carter sitting alone at a table. He decided against his better judgement, to go and sit with him. He walked up to Carter and asked, "Is uh is this seat taken?"
"Hmm what was that?" Bailey asked sitting down. He thought he heard Carter say something after telling him to sit but he couldn't quite catch it.
"Hmm oh yea it was okay I guess," he shrugged.
Bailey felt his face heat up. "Umm well uhh I was umm a squirrel! Yep there was a squirrel in the road that I was starring at," he avoided eyes contact with Carter as he sais this.
Bailey looked at his food. He wasn't convinced that Carter believed him but he wasn't willing to risk it. "Sooo umm what do you have next? I have art,"
"Oh alright! Well that's cool," Bailey remarked. His statement was followed by an awkward silence
"Thanks, really thanks but I'm not all that good," Bailey assured Carter with a bashful smile on his face.
"Driving isn't a skill any fool who goes to driving school can do it," Bailey teased and slammed his notebook shut.
"I don't have a license yet," Bailey noted, "I'm still trying to get enough money to enter driving school,"