The Girl In My Row

There she sits. The girl of my dreams. I can see her from my desk in the back of the row in spanish class. The day has dragged on long enough, but it's all better when I get to see Maria.

She sits there texting on her phone while the professor drones on about nothing important. Her long brow hair flows over her shoulders down to her back where her shirt has slid up to reveal a black g-string just sitting there taunting me.

The bell rings and I hop out of my seat and begin to walk out the door.

"Hey, Nathan. Can I talk to you?" A voice calls from behind me.

I turn to look and I see Maria standing behind me. I try not to let my eyes wander to the cleavage she is displaying but it's so hard to resist the temptation to look.

"Umm, yeah sure, what's up?" I replied.

"Well for starters. I saw you staring at me today." My stomach dropped, the jig was up and I was never going to be able to show my face in this class ever again.

"I think it's kinda cute too." She said.

"What?" I stutter in disbelief.

"I think it's kind of cute, and I wanted to know if you'd like to do something with me and my friend tonight?"

"Uhhh........"