The Boy In My Spanish Class Across the room And three desks to my left, He sits there for 45 minutes. We both listen to Her drone on and on- Probably pushing us both to our limits Surrounded by girls, For him, is so typical- But his blue eyes just graze over them. He only wants me... Well, at least for right now... It seems like I'm finally condemned. He's flawlessly made- Blue eyes and blonde hair... An angel, from what I can tell. But the stories I've heard, The things that he's done... Make me think I should bid him farewell Is it just me? Am I overreacting? Should I smile back during class? Worse comes to worse, I might lose a kiss- Maybe have a couple of laughs. Just breathe, Just breathe. Ill just try to be brave. It could turn out alright, Maybe we'll end up as friends, Either that, or I'm digging my grave.