oh. [sashanne]

{two}

"What's wrong?" Anne put her hand on my shoulder, making my face heat up for some reason.

"Yeah, why'd you call us in here, Sash?" Marcy asked, silently making a note of me getting flustered (for some reason).

"Nothing, I just wanted to see my girls!" I squeal, accidentally staring at Anne. I don't know why I keep doing that. She's just so pretty, its distracting.

Anne looks up at me and our eyes lock immediately. I usually hate eye contact, but this feels.. different. I feel my face heat up and hope Anne won't notice. I think she's blushing, too, so I don't have anything to worry about. Marcy still hasn't noticed this long interaction Anne & I are having.

And then she does.

"Uhhhh, you guys having a uh.. staring contest here?" Marcy asks, making Anne & I flustered as ever.

"Um! Who wants to uh.... scare some 6th graders? I think there's one vaping in the bathroom over there!" I mumble, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah.. we totally should uh.. do that!" Anne stutters, just as panicked as me. Marcy catches on and chuckles at us.

Marcy nudges Anne and smiles. Anne shakes her head and says something I can't exactly hear, so I try to read her lips.

"It's not like that, Mattholomule."

Maybe she wasn't saying Mattholomule, but it's what I saw. Still, does this mean she has a crush on me? Not that I would care about that really.

What Marcy says back is clear.

"But it IS like that! She likes you, Anna Banana!" Anne widens her eyes and looks at the ground. I take a sharp inhale, making Anne & Marcy look at me.

"Ahem. I'm here." I chuckle, raising my eyebrows at Anne. She nods like she's been yelled at by a teacher.

"Right. Sorry." She sighs, and I notice her biting down on her lip. I feel a tang of guilt hit me in the chest, but I bottle it up and start walking out of the bathroom. Anne and Marcy follow me, and what Marcy and Anne said floods through my brain.

"She likes you, Anna Banana!"

I pause. And then, I come up with the perfect plan. I'm going to pull the world's best prank on Anne. And it means nothing and there's nothing behind it and it's just a regular straight prank.

I'm going to kiss Anne!

Well, not exactly.

I'm gonna lean in, cup her face, and all that. Then, right before we kiss, I'll pull away and blow raspberries at her face! It's a totally normal and reasonable plan that means nothing and it's just a joke! And it 100% doesn't mean I like Anne. Totally. Not at all. I don't. Not true. Never have liked Anne. Just my best friend. Just my good pal. My girlfriend. But not girlfriend girlfriend. Just best friend girlfriend.

"Uh.. Sash? You.. you good there?" Anne chuckles, snapping at my face. I'm abruptly snapped out of my thoughts. Not that they were, like, important thoughts about anything or whatever.

"OMG girl, I didn't even notice I like, spaced out or whatever!" I giggle, flicking my wrist and smiling. Anne grins at me and Marcy raises her eyebrows and grabs Anne's arm.

I can't make out what they're saying, but when Marcy stops whispering, she goes back to class, leaving Anne and I alone. Together.

So, my plan is going into motion.

I tell Anne some random personal life stuff, 'cause in the rom-coms she watches they always do this before they kiss. Not that I want to kiss her for real. That would be literally like the weirdest thing I've ever done.

"Oh dude, that sucks. I'm so sorry." Anne sighs, putting her arm around me. My face heats up, probably 'cause I have a fever or something.

Wait, did I just give Anne the play-by-play of my parent's divorce?

No time to think about that, because Anne's getting quiet and looking at me. I swallow deeply and cup her face. Her eyes widen and then close, as she brings herself closer to me. I lean in, and realize I'm like, two seconds away from kissing Anne.

For some reason, I don't pull away and blow raspberries. I don't know what it is. Maybe because Anne smells like vanilla and birthday cake and the shitty Dollar Tree perfume she loves so much. Maybe because she looks so nice and gentle. Maybe because of the way she wrapped her arm around me a few seconds ago. Whatever it is, I kiss Anne.

She pulls away and starts running out of the bathroom, to which I see Marcy who's been standing outside the bathroom and didn't go back to class at all. I blush and cover my face with my hands, running back to English class.

This may be the only instance where I run to English class.

My English teacher keeps insisting I go to the nurse, but I just say I'm fine. I'm usually so put together and confident.

What's happening to me?