Heart Bandit

James looked at his desk, listening to the silence of the classroom. His teacher was grading their tests, and James wasn't really concerned with that. He looked up slowly to see the girl in front of him, writing in a notebook. He kept his eyes locked on her beautiful brown hair. Bandit Way. The most perfect girl I have ever seen.He shook his black hair off of his forehead. You're on drugs, James. She doesn't know a thing about you...except your name. He quickly looked back down on the desk as Bandit looked around the classroom. She sighed quietly, and James savored the sound. He felt like a creeper.
The teacher looked up and began to talk about the test grades. James tried to pay attention, but he kept wondering about Bandit. He knew a little bit about her. Her father was the former front man of My Chemical Romance with her uncle, Mikey. Gerard was extremely protective of his little Bandit. That wasn't a secret. Bandit's mother was in Mindless Self Indulgence, a band that James loved. She was the doting mother though, always making time for Bandit when she was home.
James looked down as the teacher placed his test on the desk. Oh, shit. A B+. Cool, James thought. He looked up as Bandit put her test into the notebook that she was still scribbling in. He raised his eyebrow slightly, curious. The bell rang, sending the students rushing for the door.
James stood up, putting his Falling in Reverse backpack on his back. He looked up as Bandit put her notebook in her MCR bag and stood up. James took a deep breath. "H-h-hey, Bandit," he said, his voice shaking.
Bandit turned and smiled at him. "Hi, James. That's right, isn't it? James?"
"Yeah," he said, feeling his face get warm. "I'm James."
"Okay, good. I would have felt bad if I was wrong," Bandit said, smiling nervously. James nodded.
"Uhm...would you mind if I walked you to your next class?" he asked. STUPID, JAMES! GAH!
"Uh," Bandit said, looking into James' eyes. "No. I don't mind. Why though?"
James took a deep breath. "I-I-I think you're really pretty...and stuff."
Bandit laughed slightly. "And stuff?"
"I'm really bad at this, aren't I?" James said, his face burning red. He looked down sheepishly.
"It's okay. So am I," Bandit said. She smiled and walked out of the classroom with James right behind her.
They walked down the crowded hallway, not saying much. James was lost in his happiness at that moment. They stopped at the door to the art room, and James looked at Bandit. "So...uhm..."
"You really are bad at this," Bandit said, smiling. James blushed. "Oh, did I embarrass you? I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I embarrass myself," he said. "I'll see you around, I guess."
"I hope so," was Bandit's reply as she walked into the art room. James stood outside the door, dumbfounded. What the fuck did I just do? I made myself look like a moron. Wait. What does that mean? Does she want to hang out with me? God, James... You are an idiot. A fucking idiot. James shook his head and walked the rest of the way to his class, cursing himself the entire way.

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