Beginning to an End:Chapter 1/pt1

Com'on, come on, end already! I ran my hands through my hair. I couldn't take it any longer. The class, the teacher, how the clock ticked ever so slightly. Why won't you end?!
I glanced up, my eyes falling on the girl sitting in the row in front of me. Ambrina Dancer, or Amber for short, the girl I'm going to make mine. Her head turned to the side to look at a poster on the wall. I watched her eyes scan the letters reading "English is Cool!". Did I believe those words? Absolutely not. Did I want to believe those words? Not particularly.
Her eyes flicked to the side, in my direction. I swore in my head, feeling my cheeks flush red. Quickly, I turned my eyes to stare down at my notebook to make it look like I was reading the notes on the page. After a few moments, I glanced up. She had reverted her eyes back to the teacher. I lowered my head into my hands and took a deep breath. How could I ask her if I can hardly handle her looking at me? I couldn't get those golden eyes

out of my head. They matched her name well.
I closed my eyes and went over the plan again. Amber wasn't wearing her glasses today, must've put in contacts if she was able to read the poster earlier. Anyway, I was gonna tell her "You know, I don't need glasses to see, but I can see you and me together." It's foolproof! She'll be so charmed that she'll say yes. All I had to do was wait for class to end.
My phone buzzed next to me. I look over to see a text from my friend Zane. It read "Where are you?!" in all caps. I glanced at the time on the top of the screen, 11:29. The class ends at 11:30.
I tapped my desk impatiently. I couldn't handle it! I was normally a pretty patient guy, but I don't know what it was that was causing this.
Almost as if my prayers had been answered, the bell rang. I couldn't help the smile that flashed across my face. I snapped up and snatched my bag off my seat. Right as I took a single step, I feel someone grab my sleeve. I had to keep myself