Jelousy

We were sitting there, day dreaming about god know what.. The professor didn't seem to mind, he carried on with his speach, to enthusiastic to care about anyone.

I watched the boy that was sitting to rows in front, his hair, chesnut and curly, stood out due to his white t-shirt. I stared, lost in thought to feel the constant pinch on my shoulder. Abruptly, Mr.Smith called my name:

-Mrs. Turner?
-Yes?- I answered, trying to focus.
-Could you pleas finish the passage?
-Um..- I hessitated.
-The one from Wuthering Heights....- he nodded toward my open book and I understood, reading with a clear yet shy voice:

'And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his.The moment her regard ceased, I would have tone his hands and drank his blood. But till then -if you don't believe me you don't know me- till then,I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head'

He turned around when I was done, flashing a smile that showed me he was cuter than I'd thought. I barely melted if it wasn't  for Bonnie's lifesaving nudge.
Composture, find it; I begged myself. And I did, in a corner of my head. And then I lost it, the cat sitting next to him huged him, and stayed there.

I counted in my head: 1,10,15,25,30. And he pushed her away. And I was grininng my bigest grin.

The bell rang and I danced down the auditorioum stairs, still grinning, with Bonnie, Bru and Shandra at my feet.