Song: One day you will by Lady Antebellum

I hear a light knock at my door and my mom walks in. "So how did it go?" she beams.

"It was just a milkshake...nothing more." I avoid looking up at her.

"So who is he?" She continues to barge on in to my space but not all the way into my personal bubble.

"No one...just...just a boy." I dig my face deeper in the book that I am reading.

"A boy, our Ophelia with a boy," my dad chimes in and I know he has been listening. Just great, how much worse can this really get.

"Oh...my...god...it's no big deal." I say a little louder than I should have.

"Well, if you want to go out again with this boy, who is not a big deal we expect you to introduce us."

"Seriously?" I say more annoyed than anything.

My dad now stands in the doorway to my room. "Ophelia we don't want you hanging out with some boy we don't even know. So yes, have him come over to meet us."

I pull the covers over my head. "First of all we only had a milkshake...nothing more...it's not going anywhere...no need to talk about this." I feel my face heating up and I wish they would just leave me alone.

"So when are you seeing him again?" She continues to beam.

"Mom!!!"

"What? I'm just happy that's all. Its nice to know you are doing things."

"MOM!!!"

"Okay...okay...goodnight."

"Good night pumpkin," my dad says as he leans in and barely kisses me on the forehead.

"Good night," I tell them. When my door closes I wait a few minutes before screaming into my pillow.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep with him on my mind? He says he only wants to be friends but he would like to be more than that. He wants to hang out with me. Why me, I have got to be the most boring person on this planet. And of course I don't get much sleep because now not only I have him on my mind, my parents are also in there nagging me about meeting him.

The next day, I put on three different shirts before picking out the very first one all over again. Why does it even matter what I choose to wear everyone is going to me staring and looking at me anyway regardless. I know someone had to see him get in my car yesterday.

I sit in front of the mirror and apply makeup then brush my hair out exactly twenty times on both sides, making sure I get every single strand.

"Ophelia...you're going to be late if you don't hurry up," my mom yells from downstairs.

"Okay!" I yell back.

When I come down she is still smiling. "So this boy...what is his name?"

I roll my eyes, goodness gracious she'snot going to let this go. "Kodiak...why?"

"Kodiak." Her eyes go wider and she raises her eyebrows up and down a few times. "What a very unusual name; what's he like?"

"Mom...he is a boy...just a boy...nothing more...mom please."

"Just a boy and you look like this today." She steps in close and plays with a strand of my hair.

I swat her away. Does she realize how long it took me to brush it out. She knows I don't like when she or anyone for that matter touches my hair. I start to panic. "Like what...do I look that bad...what...do I need to change?"

"Stop, you are beautiful sweetheart."

I roll my eyes at her because she always says that and I know it's all a lie. I don't have time to change again so I grab my stuff and head out the door.

When I pull up into the school parking lot, I pull down the sun visor and look in the mirror, just making sure I don't have anything on my face or between my teeth. I also do a double take of my hair just to make sure it still looks good.

I hurry inside because I don't want to be late again. I walk with my head down and when I get to my first class we have a sub and everyone is goofing off. It's so loud that I can't think so I put in my ear buds to try to tune everyone out. I don't mean to ignore him but I do. He tried getting my attention but I brushed him off. I'm scared to talk to him with everyone so close by.

Between classes he stops me. "Hey...you ok?"

"I...I...I'm sorry please excuse me." I push past him and head to my familiar stall in the restroom. I go in. But dont use it. I just needed to be alone for a few minutes.  I hear other girls come in and then leave so I head out.

By the time lunch comes around my anxiety is at its peak. I have to get out of this school, so many eyes glaring at me, so many voices barking all around me. A few times I think I hear my name even.  I snatch a bag lunch and head for the door only to realize that it is raining...seriously. I feel someone tap my shoulder and I glance up. My eyes are watery and I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack.

"Guess we can't go outside today." He looks down at me and sees my eyes. "Come on follow me."

"What?"

He takes my hand and pulls me down the hallway away from everyone. I tried to pull aw as y but he refused to let go. We come to the art room. "Mr. Cook doesn't mind us eating in here, come on look no one is here just you and me."

I glance around the room to notice that it is just us and I pull my hand away again, this time he let's go. We sit down at one of the table in the far corner and I can feel his eyes on me. I finally just can't take it any longer. "What?"

"Nothing, is everything alright, you seem out of it more today than usual?"

"I'm...I'm...fine...it's just...too much go...going on to-day."

"Well it's nice and quite in here." He looks around the room and then back at me with a kind hearted smile.

"Yeah...b...but all day it...it's been crazy...too...too loud."

"Oh!"

"It'ssss...just...sometimes I feel like I ca can't breathe and...and...and...I didn't mean to ignore you...I just...it's just too much."

"It's ok." He takes out his sandwich and starts eating. So I take out my sandwich. I take off the cheese and then start eating around it, eating all the crust off first and then make my way to the middle. When I look up he is looking at me and grinning from ear to ear. He looks back down at his sandwich and smiles. I look at the same time and funny thing is he is eating his sandwich the same way.

"Are you...you copying me?" I ask.

"Uhm...no...I was eating mine before you even started eating yours, so looks like you are copying me."

I blush a little. "No...I...I...always eat the edges first...well I use to not at all but now I do and I like eating all the way around first...I don't know why I just do."

He laughs, "Save the best part for last right." He takes the last bite and smiles with a very wide grin. "So about tonight."

I interrupt him, "So you take art?" I look around the room. I change the subject because I just know what he is going to ask.

"Yes, taking sculpting. You want to see what I am working on?"

"Sure." I try to smile and so glad that it worked.

He gets up and walks across the room; I watch as he unwraps the plastic around his piece. There is a clay sculpture of a young girl, her hair blowing in her face. All the details are not done yet but I can make that part out.

"I'm not finished. I have a lot of stuff left to do, all the fine details but what you think so far?"

"It's good, really good. Is it hard to do?"

"Sculpting at first but it just comes so naturally to me now. You want to try?" He hands me one of the little carving knives. "Here."

I shake my head no. "That's ok...I don't want to mess it up."

He rolls his eyes at me. "You can't mess up and if you do just start over."

I watch as he puts a little water on the clay sculpture and uses his hands to smooth a section out. There is no way that I am touching that.

"Come on...try it."

I bite my bottom lip and shake my head again. "It's alright...I...I will just watch you."

"You afraid of getting dirty," he snickers. He sees the way I look back at him and he says, "You really don't want to get messy do you?"

"Not really," I grit my teeth.

"It washes right off...it's not like it sticks to you forever." And he grabs my hand and before I can pull back I have a piece of the ooey-gooey clump of wetness in my hand. I jerk my hand back and it falls to the table. Some of the clay is left on my hand and I can feel myself start to panic. I look around for a towel or the sink, anythingto just get it off of me.

I walk over and I can feel the clay drying on my hands already and it has a really weird chalky feeling and I just need to get it off. I start washing my hands and just to make sure I get between every finger and even my nails and I know there isn't that much on me but it feels like it. Freaking tears start to burn my eyes and why did I choose now to cry.

When I feel like it is all off I turn the water off and grab a paper towel. When I turn around he is standing right behind me and I almost walk right into him.

"Sorry...I didn't mean."

I quickly look down at my hands, hoping he won't notice how upsetI really am. "It's fine...it's off...I'm fine." I glance up and he is looking directly in my eyes.

He rolls his eyes; he knows I'm lying. "I'm really sorry. Please don't be upset with me. You know my little brother doesn't like touching certain things either...I get it...I'm sorry I didn't."

"It's fine...dr...drop it."

He is only inches from me. He is in my personal little bubble that no one comes in not even my parents, well they do on rare occasions but that is not very often. I wish he would just step aside so that I can get past him however when I go one way he does to, and I go the other way and he does. I don't know if he is doing it on purpose or by accident.

My cheeks start to heat up and I know that they are turning all shades of pinks to red. He looks down and smiles, "Sorry."

I feel like he is invading my space even more. I feel like he is only inches from me. I watch as he happens to lick his lips and he leans in closer. I know what is coming. I have seen a few movies and I have seen couples here at school, the kiss, kiss. What no, this can't happen. As he gets closer my hands comes up between us and I push him away. "I...I can't..." When I get past him I don't look back. "I'm sorry...I just...just ca...can't."

"Ophelia, wait...I didn't mean..."

But I hurry out of the classroom and I don't bother going to the rest of my classes instead I go get in my car. I fight with the seatbelt until I finally get it to click in. I don't bother adjusting the mirrors.  I throw the gearshift into drive and speed out of there.

I can't go home because my parents will ask so many questions and be upset that I skipped out on school. So I drive and drive and come to a lake. No one is around and I crank the radio up as loud as it will go, hoping to get him out of my head.