𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒 | 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠

BROOK

There were still 5 hours before I have to be on the stage that I can see in front of me, but I'm so excited that I even notice the minutes change on the clock.

"Brook, stop looking at this clock now." Jena covered the clock I was looking at. "Four hours and 58 minutes until I have to go up there," I said with panic in my voice.

I drive myself insane. In addition, the presentation is not my biggest reason why I'm so confused right now. I've been in this stage for days because of Logan because I can't get him out of my head.

It's drilled in and irremovable. "Okay, let's take a break. You go out into the fresh air, and you accompany her." Jena pointed to me and Seb. Lowen came towards us on the way out.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have to practice for your presentation?" I made a loud noise in desperation and buried my face in my hands. "Everything is just so shitty." "You shouldn't have said it," said Seb as Lowen looked at him. She came to me as I just sat down on the step, even though it was freezing. "What's going on?" Lowen sat down and rubbed my back. "Everything. The presentation, constantly thinking about him. Although it makes no sense. I hated him. More than anything in the world. If I would be the only person in the world with him, I would rather die, and now? Now I wish we were the only people." I laid my head on my knees and abounded.

"Okay, so who are we talking about now?" "Logan North." Seb blows out the cigarette smoke and answers Lowen's question. "HE?" "Yes." I looked up at her. "How?" she raised an eyebrow. I shrugged.

"I don't know either." "But we're talking about the same Logan north, aren't we? The one you found ugly. The one who only sleeps with girls and then abandons them. The one who's way too in love with himself..." Lowen looked at me like she expected me to say something else that would speak against Logan.

"But he's also kind, protective, helpful, selfless, caring, gentle..." "What the hell has he done to you?" Wasn't she the one who told me he fancied me when she was making the dress?

"You said it yourself that he likes me." "Yeah, of course, a joke. I didn't know it was so serious that you really needed medical attention."

"Just tell him." Sebastian spat out like I hadn't tried for weeks. "But this boy doesn't understand it." "Yeah, because boys aren't extremely smart. Tell him and he will know. The fact is that today you should be the Brook on stage who stands there with pride and a big mouth and convinces the scientists to sign her. Not one that's chasing after the I make girl pretty eyes, Logan North. One of many." I get goosebumps from disgust at the last sentence.

"I'm not running after him, am I? He ran after me, so it's clear." Sebastian's right. Instead of hoping Logan will notice I like him, I'd better just tell him. Maybe now isn't the perfect time, but I will do it.

"Let's go. I have no time. We have to practice until it's perfect." I got up and walked in. "Wow, what a mind changer." "I would have let the other Brook." I simply ignored the two statements and went in with the strength with which I had memorized all these texts to take advantage of this unique opportunity to get a job after college in a good industry.

From this point on, I began to read the three sheets of text even better and better. Jena watched us again when we were doing an exercise. She said it was perfect, but gave us two points of criticism. So it wasn't perfect because perfect would be flawless and we weren't.

Now we stood behind the stage on the chair that has been here longer than my parents live. Sebastian was just reading his text when it got quiet. "Brook." He said my name for the first time, but I didn't really catch it. I wanted to get Logan out of my head at this point, but it was harder than I thought.

I told you. He's burned in. Sebastian called my name again, but a little bit louder. He snapped his fingers in front of my face.

This also brought me to my senses and I quickly looked at him. "Huh? What?" Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Sure, sorry."

I apologized for the third time, but you could see that I'm already getting on his nerves.

"Why don't you just tell him now?" He asks again. It's not like we have to get out on that stage in less than 10 minutes and give the best presentation of our lives.

I pretended to cough slightly and then nodded towards the stage with my head. But he didn't care. "We're going on stage in 10 minutes. That means you have 10 minutes to go somewhere, find him, confess your love and come back."

I don't understand Sebastian's logic. I haven't been able to say a word in weeks, and I need to say it in less than 1 minute. How am I supposed to dare myself?

"Okay, then you won't make it. I don't need it. I want to be something else anyway, but what about you?" Now Sebastian is playing this kind of card. Scaring me to not achieve my future goal just because of this one little thing I don't dare to do.

"It'll be fine, I'll tell him about my feelings in another situation. Not now, not at this time." "And then what? Are you failing the presentation as well as the exercises for the third time? Brook, I'm telling you, get your ass up, put your feet up and run for those shitty words. Because without that word outside of you, you'll be a fucking coward."

My foot went up and down quickly. My nail went to my mouth as I started chewing it. I looked at the clock. I have 9 minutes left. "I hate when you're right."

So I got up quickly from the chair and ran straight out. I don't know what aisle I was in, I don't know where my destination was. But I was just looking for Logan.

I ran with my feet fast as I can. With one hand, I held the phone to my ear, so I could reach Logan as soon as possible and know where he is. Every time I looked at the clock, the minutes were getting higher and higher.

I stopped. If I want to make it to the presentation in time, I have to go down the stairs to the left. But I still haven't found Logan.

I rolled my eyes, and I really gave up the first time. "Hey, what are you doing here, don't you have to get on stage right now?" That voice I've been trying to call him for 5 minutes.

On the one hand, I was annoyed that he doesn't answer his phone, but I was also so happy to find him at the perfect time.

Now there's no turning back. To move on with my future, to get the contract, to present the presentation as I've never done anything else in my life, I have to let this one out that's been on me all these weeks.

"Yes, so shut up and let me talk because I'm stressed and can't concentrate if I don't get that out of my head right away." I stopped a small inch away from Logan. He looked at me with his sparkling eyes. I almost couldn't find the words again, but I pull myself together and just talk what comes into my mind.

"I think I like you. Like more than like. Already in the direction of love. I like it when you're close to me and give me a safety that I don't often feel. It just feels good to be around you, Logan, and it feels even better to see you as a person who likes me, too." Without really letting him talk himself out or expecting an answer that might throw me off balance, I put my hand on his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss was deeply full of feelings. I put my hand in his hair and deepened the kiss more. Then I tore myself away.

"Okay, I feel better. I have to go back, we're about to start." He nodded at me with a smile. "I'll be there."

"I hope so." I got my feet back on the running level and started to go down. And I actually made it to the stage. Not only winning the first place but also as one of the most requested students from the biology project.