As I lay my head on her shoulder, I can’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. Listening to this teacher ramble about his life would normally drive me crazy, but sitting like this with her makes it bearable, $even...dreamy$. Every time our thighs brush, it sends a little shiver through me. My hand rests over hers, and I find myself sneaking glances at her, hoping she doesn’t notice. When she catches me, my mind goes blank, and I quickly look away, feeling my cheeks heat up.

There’s something about Rexy, this girl I’ve only known for a few months yet she already has me captivated. It feels like I’ve known her $forever$, like we share a history from some other time. I call her "Rexy," a nickname I made up, even though it doesn’t match her name. But somehow, it suits her perfectly, like it was made just for her.

*Her calm presence feels like the perfect balance to my bright outfits and endless energy. I wonder if we’ve met before, in another life, maybe. I turn to her and smile, tugging on her sleeve just a little. *

Rexy, is class over yet? It’s soooo boring.