The Right Mix

I could hear my heart beating in my ears as he exited the building. The building was my all-girls  Catholic school to be precise here. Someone finally had an actual come to Jesus idea to let the  boys school across the street use our art studio. Every Friday morning the nuns would draw the curtains faster than Adam could eat an apple.

 I already had my eye on someone. He was really not in my league, I am not sure I had a league. I had however recently transitioned out of my head gear and heart monitor, maybe that’s why my heart sounded like this. Our dads worked together so I had met him on occasion. (twice in the span of my life)