Love Isn't a Choice

The decision

I walk off to study hall with Mrs.Sanders. After she takes roll, I take out my trigonometry homework. I don't really understand this. I look around the room to see if I know anyone who might be able to help me and sadly I see no one.

I hear some of the girls making a fuss over a person at the door so I look. I meet eyes with Yuya. He starts to walk over to me and I stutter "Y-Yuya what are you doing here?" He pulls a chair next to mine. "I came to see you."he smiled.

"What are you working on?" he asks looking at my packet. "Trigonometry."I answer with a sigh. "It's difficult." Yuya lets out a little laugh before grabbing my pencil. "I'll show you what to do." He said writing on the paper. Yuya showed me drawing and formulas and soon did the whole packet for me. "Opps I didn't mean to do it all." he said in a disappointing voice.

"It's fine." I giggle covering my mouth. "You think this is easy?" I ask my eyes glittering. "Ya I am acing all my classes." He said happily. "No fair!" I laugh as our arms touch. My heart is beating so fast.

"What are you doing after school?" he asks as I put my packet in a binder. "My mom is putting together an art show and in a couple weeks it will be ready so I have to help her." I answer looking at him. Our eyes meet and I look down,feeling embarrassed. "That is cool, can I help?" I look at him and ask "Really why?"

Yuya pauses for a moment then tells me "We are dating and I want to spend time with you." Hearing that makes me want to be with him. I'm not sure why I feel this way towards him, just yesterday I was avoiding him. "Okay, I have to tell Machi I'm leaving." I say getting up.

Everyone piled out of the room as the bell rang. I put my things in my locker then grabbed my purse. "Ready?" Yuya asks looking down at me. "Ya let me go to Machi's locker." I said walking down the hall. At her locker she is grabbing books. "Machi this is Yuya." I said as we appear. "Yuya this is my best friend Machi." He lifted up his head as another way to say hello.

"We are going to my moms art show building." I said as she closed her backpack. "The big one in the city?" she asks looking at me. I nod my head 'yes'. "I'll see you later,tell Seth I said 'Hi'." Machi nodded. She is always with Seth now, her being pregnant is getting Seth happy and scared.

Yuya and I walked out to his car. It is a silver jeep with a black rim around it. "You have a beautiful car." I said as he opens the door for me. "Thanks." he says. I gave him the address for the building and we started driving.

"What does your mom do exactly?" Yuya asks keeping his eyes on the road. From a profile angle, I see that he has his ears pierced. He has two black circle studs and a small silver hoop in the middle of his ear.

"She is an artist but she also does art shows. When she does art shows in big places, I help out. We will probably set up stands and clean windows." I explained looking at the road. "That's cool."he said. "Yuya.....why do you like me? I mean you could have gone out with anyone, why me?" I ask looking at him.

Yuya let out a loud sigh and told me "Love isn't a choice right? Having feelings for someone isn't something I can choose. I asked you out because I have been watching you since last year. It seems strange saying that,but I noticed you in the hallway and I thought you were really cute." There was a small pause. He liked me since last year? Why didn't he ask me out then?

"How you acted with Machi was exciting to watch. When you laugh you lean your head back and your brown hair dangles. Everything you did I enjoyed watching.Even when you are nervous or embarrassed around me." I listened to every word he said and I didn't know that this was what he felt. I know he likes me a lot and I want to be around him,so I should put myself out there and not ask Machi for help making every decision for me.

I look over to where Yuya's hand is and its leaning on the center compartment. I reach over and take his hand in mine. Yuya doesn't look over,but a small smile grows in his face as he locks fingers with mine.