Daniel

You were walking down the school hallway, passing our group in the corner that everyone was trying to avoid. Someone, I'm not sure who, was talking about a race I was running over the weekend. I didn't really care what he was saying, my eyes and mind were too busy focusing on you, who was grabbing a book from the top shelf of your locker.

You looked a little different today. The cold weather seemed to give you an excuse to start wearing sweaters, and your radiant joy at the fact that the cold was once again getting to your bones was infectious, no matter how hard I tried to hide it.

"Daniel, buddy," my name snaps me out of my foggy state and I see Logan giving me a crooked smile.

• You'll soon drill a hole in it, - he points at you and then at my face.

I don't frown, or grimace, or even commit any of the violent acts I usually do, but instead I simply nod, pushing his hand away from my face:

• Quiet.

Almost everyone noticed the way I looked at you and tried to tease you about it, but I just shut them up. Everyone did, except you. My growing infatuation with you grew with each passing day. Sometimes I was surprised at how inattentive one girl could be, especially with her unhealthy obsession with those trashy romance novels.

• By the way, about her. - says Logan

• Have you heard about the recent internet debate? - I raise an eyebrow, I had no idea what internet debate he was talking about because there were tons of different debates happening around the world every week, but Logan was already talking again.

"It's your favorite topic, Daniel, but lately everyone's been talking about whether or not 'book princesses' - He put it in quotes - are part of us bikers. I want to know why."

You were walking down the school hallway, passing our group in the corner that everyone was trying to avoid. Someone, I'm not sure who, was talking about a race I was running over the weekend. I didn't really care what he was saying, my eyes and mind were too busy focusing on you, who was grabbing a book from the top shelf of your locker.

You looked a little different today. The cold weather seemed to give you an excuse to start wearing sweaters, and your radiant joy at the fact that the cold was once again getting to your bones was infectious, no matter how hard I tried to hide it.

"Daniel, buddy," my name snaps me out of my foggy state and I see Logan giving me a crooked smile.

• You'll soon drill a hole in it, - he points at you and then at my face.

I don't frown, or grimace, or even commit any of the violent acts I usually do, but instead I simply nod, pushing his hand away from my face:

• Quiet.

Almost everyone noticed the way I looked at you and tried to tease you about it, but I just shut them up. Everyone did, except you. My growing infatuation with you grew with each passing day. Sometimes I was surprised at how inattentive one girl could be, especially with her unhealthy obsession with those trashy romance novels.

• By the way, about her. - says Logan

• Have you heard about the recent internet debate? - I raise an eyebrow, I had no idea what internet debate he was talking about because there were tons of different debates happening around the world every week, but Logan was already talking again.

"It's your favorite topic, Daniel, but lately everyone's been talking about whether or not 'book princesses' - He put it in quotes - are part of us bikers. I want to know why."