Signs

Who is this boy sitting next to me?
This boy with blue eyes and brown hair....
I feel eyes on me as I write,
I turn, and he looks away.
Heat rushes to my cheeks,
my heart beats like a locomotive.
My palms begin to sweat,
I breathed a sigh through my lips.
What is this strange sensation I feel?
I feel warm and tingly,
my leg won't stop shaking under the desk.
My writing begins to get sloppy.
Clank! a pencil rolled my way.
This boy tapped my shoulder, and I jumped.
He asked for his pencil,
I bent down and picked it up.
He takes it from my hand and keeps writing.
I stole a glance at his face.
I saw red cheeks, and his writing looked sloppy,
his hand was shaking.
I continued to write,
then a piece of paper was slipped near my pad of paper.
I looked at it with curiousity.
I looked around as I opened it.
It read:
I can't help but like you.
I see you everywhere.
I would like for you to be mine.
Would you like to be my girl?
Below that was 2 boxes:
one said yes; the other said no.
I marked a box and handed it back.
He looked at it, and the bell rang.
I waited outside of the room.
He saw me, and had a huge smile.
I smiled back, and walked away.