I walked into my new school a couple of days later. I looked around until I found the office, for my class schedule.
"Hello..." I looked at her name tag, "Mrs. Monroe, I am new and I was wondering if I could have my class schedule?" I asked politley.
"Oh yes sweetie," she said nicely, "You must be Emily Baker, let me just find it in my files out back and I will be right back," she smiled and went to the back of the office. I sat down in the chair behind me and I waited. I examined the office and listened to phones rining and students came in and out.
Then a very special one came in.
He was tall with dark hair. He talked to the principal and sat next to me. My heart beated out of my chest. I tried not to look at him.
James is sitting next to you! Say something! I thought.
Finally I caught myself starring at him. And he noticed. He smiled and flipped his bangs.
"Something about you looks familiar," he smiled at me.
Maybe I am your ex I said in my head.
"Well, umm," I started. "I know you look familiar." I said.
"Like who?" He asked.
"Oh, I know exactly who you are." I slipped out.
"Is it because I am famous?" He drove his hand through his hair.
"Nope," I popped the p.
"Then how?" He asked.
"You seriously don't remember?" I asked him. I wasn't nervous anymore.
Before I got an answer Mrs Monroe came out with my class schedule. "Have a great day," she smiled as a walked out.
~*~ Lunch
I sat alone at a table, I watched James get his lunch, everyone wanted autographs and crap and whatever. He got done and began to walk towards my table.
"Care to carry on our conversation?" He asked sitting next to me.
"Sure. So you don't remember me?" I asked him again.
"Should I?" He asked back.
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
"Well...?: He said.
"Ok, you used to live north from here, correct?" I asked. He shook his head yes. "James," I took a deep breath, "I am your ex, Emily Baker." I said. His eyes filled, with tears. His jaw dropped.
"I'm so stupid," he said. Tears spilling.
"No your not," I disagreed.
"Yes, I should remember my old girlfriend by sight. I loved you,"
"James," I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. He cleared his throat.
"Will you be my girlfriend, again?" My eyes filled with tears.