She and I

1/07/22 - Part 5

3:00pm

She sees me walking out of the hall, and I see her. But I pretend to look at the floor.

I think she saw me holding the pink flower, because as I look up, I see her picking a flower.

I walk behind her, and stare at her picking the flower.

She turns beside her, holding the flower.
"I thought you were going to give me that," says my worst enemy.

She looks at her, startled. "Oh okay. Here you go," she says while giving her the flower she picked.

She picks another flower, and holds it.

We walk to the gate, and as we do, she looks at me. I was playing around with the flower I picked before assembly.

She turns to me holding the flower she picked.
"I was going to give this to you, but it looks like you already have one."

My eyes widened at what she just said. I don't know whether she's flirting, or just genuinely caring for me. I looked at the flower I picked and threw it behind me.

"I can have it now," I say laughing.

She laughs at what I did, and gives me the flower. Once it was in my hands, I promised I'd look after it. Even if she gave it to me as a friend, I'll cherish it.

"You could've given me that flower you threw away," she says.

When I heard that, I freaking turned around and ran to get it back. I picked it up, and gave it to her.

As we walk out of the school gate, I usually drop her off. But I couldn't because I had to go straight to my cultural dance practice.

As I turn to leave them, she goes. "Aren't you coming."
"Coming where?" I ask
"To drop me off, of course." she says enthusiastically.

I'm shocked at what she said. "Did she just want me to drop her off?" I asked myself. But I did what she wanted.

As we walk, holding each other's flowers, a group of boys from my class walk beside us. One of the boys asked for the flower I gave her. She looks at it for a moment, and gives it away. I stare at the flower she gives away. At this point I was about to give her flower away too.

"Uhm, that's my flower you just gave away," I said a bit angrily.

"Oh. Don't worry. I have you in my heart. Always," she says while grabbing my hand and putting her small hands in my big hands.

I blush under my mask, at what she said and also the way she grabbed my hand. I couldn't control the butterflies that were fluttering in my stomach.

Though what she said was a bit cringe and cheesy, it made my day.
"Was that a confession?" I questioned myself

I dropped her off, and we hugged each other saying goodbye. "I want to tell her. That was the biggest sign she's given me," I say excitedly to myself.