Maddow Lucille's face became solidify and pale. He stared straight ahead, blue eyes focused on him. He couldn't stop staring. Maddow bit his bottom lip so hard his best friend, Ava was afraid he would draw blood.
"Madd, are you alright?"
Maddow's dug his fingernails into the back of his right arm. He grinned and slammed his locker shut and took his darting eyes off of him. Jaxon Johnson. The appealing and clever captain of the swim team. "I'm fine."
He glanced over his shoulder, he was still there leaning against his locker. "Snap out of it. Back to reality, Madd," Ava said. Her voice and attention was loud and overbearing. "He doesn't know you. Go say hello."
He planted his face down, blue eyes beamed at durability and stain tiles, he would but had always been skittish and bashful -something that had swelled into his skin for a very long time- and knowing himself, He would always be Maddow Lucille. "Can't. Too nervous and notoriously insecure that I would scare him away from bashfulness or make an imbecile out of myself."
"You don't scare them away," she sighed and smiled. "Don't ever think your actions scares people away. You didn't scare me away. Now you get over there and say hello or I will."
The bell for the next period of hell rang. Music to Maddow's ears. "I'll see you around later and I do scare people away," he said, raised his face to glare at his best friend. He replayed her words over and over again and settle down the narrow corridor hallway to Algebra II.
"Hey bro," Carter gave a subtle smile and waved his hand in motion. His blonde hair covered his nordic blue eyes.
Maddow couldn't bare to smile back and Carter took note of this. "What happened?" he asked, brushing his bangs out of the way from his view -he was concerned and million thoughts was passing through his mind.
"Being nervous and the hot dreamy captain happened," he whispered, settling into his seat.
Carter rolled his eyes and deposited his hand on his buddy's back. "You finally got the kiss from the captain or glaring at him until he approach you? No reason to be nervous, bud."
Maddow gulped down his laughter and grinned. "You understands me, better than anyone else. And glaring at him until he approach me," he said, picked up his pencil and glare at the screen, answering the problems on the board and slid his loose leaf paper towards Carter.