She is always on my mind. Whenever I try to concentrate on something, she manages to get into my thoughts. Whenever I turn around, there she is and I can't escape her. I don't even know if I want to escape her. Her smile, charm and beauty have me captivated. I know I'm in love with her, and I can't tell her, I can't tell the woman of my dreams that I am in love with her, deeply in love with her.

"Ryan, you alright?" I look around, and there she is, stood just behind me, so close touch her check, draw her into a kiss; so I back away, give her no more reason to pray on my mind than she already does.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie, turning back to my locker, pulling out my coat and bag. She nods, leaning against her locker, a smile touching her oh so delicate lips.

"No, you're not. You've been distant with me all week, with everyone. What's bothering you?" I shrug, shutting my locker with a soft bang.

"Sweetheart?" I look at her, my eyes drawn to her sorrowful ones. "Ryan, what's wrong?"

"I don't know! I just, I can't think with you around. You're always on my mind! I can't … I … I think … I think I'm in love with you." She smiled, touching my cheek, bringing me closer to her.

"I love you too Ryan." She lightly kisses my lips. "I'll see you at 8?" I nod, smiling at her. She nods, rubbing my cheek one last time before heading out of the locker room. I stand there for a moment, watching her go, the one thing on my mind … Callleigh Duquesne.