I took a deep breath, holding a dumb little pathetic flower in my hand. This is it. I'm about to confess. It's the end of the day and my crush was finishing dressing in the boys locker room. I burst in there, almost perplexed as to what I was doing. Time seemed to freeze, like in one of those super cliche movies as he looked at me.
"Risks are worth taking, you know? If I hadn't taken the chance with your mother, I wouldn't have my precious child and my goddess here," My mom's words echoed throughout my head. I walked, feeling my confidence flare up.
It wasn't until I realized who I was about to confess to that it dimmed down. His cold, ice like eyes glared daggers at me. My heart was in my throat. I looked around, before sighing. 'Just get it over with, will ya?,' I told myself, annoyed. He seemed annoyed, too.
"Alright, before I waste your time and my time, 'cause you know- we don't have much of that. My mom told me to take risks and be blunt, so I'll try doing that instead of being a 'lil shit and avoiding my problems," I paused before continuing, "I really like you. Like, really like you. As in, I wouldn't mind you using me as a doormat, but that's probably because I'm sorta of a masochist."
Let's just say, I couldn't walk for a week.
