The Time When...

So, after pausing to find my way to room 407, I found my way. A boy with blond hair walks by and says, "Hey, you look cute." I smile and nod. I have nothing better to say anyways. I thought. Here I am, at the school of my dreams! Birchland High! I smile to myself, and walk in. I sit in the only availible seat, next to a boy with brown hair, and hazel eyes. It seemed that girls were keeping a 3-foot radius away from him.
I sat there, letting the teacher drone on about China, while I doodled in my notebook. Then the boy reached over. He began crawling his hand up my leg. It slowly moves up, while I let it. I was never loved in the first place. Maybe, he's just trying to get my attention. I look over to him, and he smiles, and moves his hand right in front of my between-legs. What was he playing at?
Then the end-of-class bell rang, and I jumped from my seat. I gathered my books, and pulled them into my back-pack. I swung it onto my shoulder, and smacked the boy in the mouth on accident.I looked back at him, "I'm SO sorry!" He smiles at me, "It's okay, babe."
There was whispering galore as I left the room.