Why'd You Fall For Me?

"So, Addie, what're you up to? Doing your homework as usual instead of doing it at home? You're such a dorky tomboy! Haha!" Christine laughed, Sarah following in the torment.

The girl called Addie frowned. "Will you two... kindly shut up?" Addie said softly. She wasn't the most social person, and her only friends were crazy and outgoing.

Sarah laughed. "Shut up? Us? Impossible, loser! School's over in ten minutes, and you're almost done your HOMEwork! How lame!" Sarah and Christine rose from their seats behind Addie, launching themselves towards Jack and Sunny.

Addie's friend Lauren smiled. "It's okay, Addie, they're jealous because you know what two plus two equals!" Lauren laughed. Addie giggled softly. "Yeah... well, I'll see you tomorrow." Addie rose and collected her books, walking out of the room as the bell rung, it's tone heavyily lingering in the air.

The next day, as the wind rustled through Addie's brown hair, she spotted an incredibly cute boy. He smiled broadly at her. "Are you in the eighth grade?" he asked, his Irish accent heavy.

Addie melted into his words and nodded, lost for words. He smiled. "Great. Can I walk with you to class then, cutie?" he asked. Addie blushed and nodded. They started to walk. "So, what's your name? I don't wanna call you cutie the whole day." he chuckled.

"Oh! My name is Addie..." she said soflty. "Cool... my name's Ivan. Hey, here's the classroom." he said, walking into the door. He stopped, everyone's eyes on him, and motioned for Addie to follow. She did, walking in quickly, and sitting in her seat. Alone, as always.

But Ivan wasn't going to let up. He sat beside her. "Addie, are you avoiding me?" he asked, his Irish accent making Addie melt again. "Ivan... I'm the most uncool girl in the grade. All the popular girly-girls are going to be all over you, and I don't have a chance. So, yeah, I am." Addie said quickly.

"That's the most you've said to me... and I don't care about girly-girls. I'm done with the type." he said, moving his hand onto Addie's. Addie felt her face grow hot. "You are?" she asked nervously. "Yeah... I like you. I dunno why, but you're very attractive to me." he said. Ivan's fingers wound with Addie's and he smiled.

"You're Irish... those... hot..." Addie was lost for words again as his deep green eyes gazed into hers. Her soul was on fire, but she couldn't find a way to tell him she thought he was the hottest hottie in the history of hot. "You too, cutie." Ivan winked and let go of her hand.

The teacher walked in, and, for the first time in Addie's thirteen years, she focused all of her attention on a boy sitting next to her, casting her an occasional wink and lopsided smile.