Smitten

Ah, young love, or is it puppy love? Oh, whatever the hell you call it. It's still love, it's still sweet, and believe it or not, it actually exists in our junior high. It just takes one spark, that's all. One small spark to start something huge. Just like this.

Before you start wondering, 'oh, I wonder what's going to happen and who she's going to snog,' let me explain something; Isabella (Izzy), Violet, and I (Lilly) have never been in love before. So, when it first happened to Izzy obviously she was surprised. (Oh, and the snogging doesn't happen for a while.)

It all started about a week after the Halloween Dance. God only knows where Violet or I was, but we sure do know where Izzy was. We were all traveling to our sixth period class, which, coincidently, none of us have together. But anyway, that's when it all happened. Izzy was sprinting down the back hall because she was late to Spanish class, again. (Obviously, I'm sure you all think you can guess what happens next, but let me finish anyway).

So, Izzy was sprinting down the hall and she didn't see that someone was sprinting at her just as fast. (And as you predicted,) they crashed into each other and dropped all of their books. The boy got up and stretched his hand out to help her up. "Hi," he said as he looked into her dazzling green eyes perplexed. "I'm Aiken."

She was so stunned she didn't respond, she just took his hand. "What's your name?"

"Isabella," she said cautiously. They both looked at each other for a moment, but then glanced away awkwardly. They both bent down and started to pick up their books. "Bye," Izzy said as though she was ending a very intimidating argument.

"Wait!" Aiken yelled after her. "Where are you headed in such a rush?"

"Spanish," she yelled back not bothering to turn around.

"Great," he muttered under his breath as he proceeded to pick up his Latin book.