I got new glasses. They're glasses I'll wear when I don't feel like wearing contacts. I love them, and I wore them today, the first day after break, with my favorite fox sweater, jeans, and my cowboy boots (the ones Jason likes).
Today, I saw Paul, and my heart fluttered with happiness. I only saw him twice today. Both times he was very stand-offish, which annoyed me...
And then singing class came.
After my horrifyingly embarrassing act of flirtation on Valentine's Day, I refused to show any sign of acknowledgement to Jason. It was only fair.
But guess what we had to do, of course? Mix up the parts for Vox in Rama.
I immediately went backwards, situating myself between an alto and a bass. This time, Jason made no move to squeeze next to me. I was a little disappointed.
"I ruined it," I thought. "I made a huge mistake with that stupid chocolate kiss."
But I could feel his eyes on me. He was watching me. I turned to look at him and our eyes met. A jolt of panic rushed through me, so I turned around and looked at Tom, who was grinning from behind me. I smiled at him, and he gestured to his eyes, indicating my glasses. I nodded, and he smiled to show he liked them.
Jason kept his eyes on me the entire time.
Soon, the bell was about to ring. He was directly in my path and I made sure not to look at him, standing next to Jenny and waiting for her to finish gathering her things.
As I walked by him, he looked right at me with those glittering green eyes, and opened his mouth.
I stopped.
Staring at me intensely, he smiled.
"I really, really like your glasses," he said softly.
I didn't miss a beat. He couldn't trip me up again. I wouldn't let him.
"Well, thank you," I said cooly, smiling.
"You're welcome," his gaze stayed on me.
I kept walking.
Jenny turned and looked at me.
"I really, really like your glasses," she said in a fake masculine voice, putting on a seductive scowl.
I burst into laughter, punching her arm lightly. "Stop it!"
"What?" Carrie demanded excitedly, looking at us both.
I turned around, and looked at Jason.
Then, I smiled slightly.
"I'll tell you later."
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