In Art Appreciation today, we got into groups, put together what we had in our pockets and purses to show a sense of vanity. If that makes sense. Then we sat all around our display, sketching it. My groupies seemed a bit envious of my mad skills. Okay, not that mad, but in a class full of non-art majors... yeah.
At the "end" of class, because it ended earlier than 4:50, I stayed back a bit, making quick adjustments to my sketch, like shadows. I felt a bit like showing off, but I also wanted to see if "Adam" would purposefully wait for me, but in an inconspicuous way. Oh, wait, now it was "Aiden," because that's what it sounded like to me during roll call.
I started walking out slow, because not only did I see that "Aiden" had already stood up, but also so I could hear a bit of what the teacher was saying about the mid term. It's almost mid term already?
Walking out, he was right behind me, like last time. I held the door open for a bit. Now we were practically walking side by side.
"Hi," I said.
"Hey. It's Megan, right?" Well, holy crap. He knows my name. That's flattering and slightly creepy at the same time!
I nodded.
"I'm Hayden."
"Hayden?" I checked to make sure. I got a nod or a yes.
I couldn't help but notice that he didn't look at me all the time. It was quick and an on and off type of thing. As if he'd trip over his own feet or the flat ground if he didn't check to make sure where he was walking and what was in front of him every second. Maybe he was afraid to look at me too much, because I'd be creeped out?
He asked me what my group drew. "An iPod, a huge wallet, and a bullet..." I paused for a reaction.
"A bullet?"
"Yeah, Eric randomly had one in his pocket." I probably should've explained that it was forgotten in his pocket after hunting over the weekend.
Hayden told me that he would've brought weird things if he had known that's what we'd be doing.
Then I also told him that we had someone's keys, and it had one of those keychain things, and on it was smiling floss, toothpaste, and a tooth. And the tooth was the only one with limbs.
I can't recall what he said after that, but it became clear that we'd have to part ways.
"I'll see you later," he said a bit uncertain-sounding.
So... a little mixing of signals?
I hope he's just being shy. =]
What I'm weirded out about, is why am I not so shy around him? Maybe I'm talking to him BEFORE I get so infatuated that I'd become shy around him? Maybe.
But then being interested in this guy (even though I'm not THAT interested yet), makes me feel weird... in terms of Chris... you know? I kinda feel like I'm turning my back on him.
I just want to be friends right now.
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