Well...This Is New - 7

Why on earth was Paul here?
He kept grinning, nodding at Jason and giving me this knowing look that made me nervous.
Jason completely ignored him. We began walking towards the cubbies, him in front, me in back.
"What period is it now?" He asked, turning to look at me and smile more.
"Math," I replied stupidly.
He looked at me, amused. "Really? It's Period Math next?"
I giggled, embarrassed, putting my face in my hands.
"I meant two," I mumbled, smiling up at him.
Paul followed, making loud heartbeat noises by slamming his fist to his chest. I wondered if Jason could hear or see him.
"Hey," Jason said, this time not looking at me. "Do we have singing class today?"
"No," I said, letting in just the tiniest tone of sadness. "We drop that class today."
"Oh," he said, and turned to fix his gaze on me. "That's disappointing."
"It is," I agreed, wondering how I could possibly sound so casual and calm when my insides were dancing and singing and laughing and shrieking with glee.
He left, and I turned to look at Paul incredulously, who was still making heartbeat noises.
"You seem drunk," he commented. "Can you walk?"
I giggled, closing my eyes, puffing out my chest. It felt good to feel butterflies for a new guy for once.
It felt really good.
It feels really, really good.
I feel really, really, really good.