Less Than Flirtacious.

i bury my head in my arms, feeling stupid, unable to spell and think, pronouncing all the names wrong. i wonder if my face is red. i feel awkward in my desk, and i want to know if he see's these things. even though his words are kind, the laughter deep, im foolish in my actions, a little girls mind swimming in a foreign body. theres blue marker all over my hands now, and the white paper spoiled by bad grammar and dominating print. but something about this moment, i dont want it to end, in three days will i be any smarter, prettier? will i be any less awkward and idiotic?