How To Forget Your Crush

Step 18-Start sorting it out

Step 18-Start sorting it out

 

My arms were wrapped around his neck. Peter Cetera's After all was playing as we danced. It seemed like we were the only beings in the whole world.

                My eyes drifted to his face. I loved the way his blue eyes sparkled. I loved the way he looks on me. I loved the gentle and warm touch of his hand on my back. I inhaled. I loved the smell of his cologne. He smiled. I loved his smile. I smiled back.

                "You look beautiful," he said. I hoped that I wasn't glowing red.

                Happiness bubbled inside of me. I couldn't believe it. He's dancing with me. It felt...magical. Everything felt real but at the same time, it felt like it was just a dream. I couldn't bear the thought so I pulled the guy closer to me and hugged him like my life depended on it. He was shocked at first but he managed to hug me back.

                I heard the gentle thump-thump of his heart. For others it was just the sound of the heart pumping blood, but for me it was a melody of love.

                "Hey, what wrong?" he asked me. At first I wasn't aware of it, but I realized what he meant. Tears were streaming down my face. I knew I was spilling tears on his tux, but I didn't care nor did him.

                When my tears finally stopped coming out, I slightly pulled away. Concern painted his face. "I'm fine," I assured. "I just wish that this wasn't just a dream."

                He took a shaky breath, and cupped my face. He leaned down and then kissed me. My worries were washed away, by his kiss. All I could think about was his soft warm lips on mine. I kissed him back.

                After a long time, we finally pulled away. He smiled but I could see sadness in his eyes. Oh no. Please. He kissed me once again then said the words I dreaded to hear, "Good-bye, Joanne." He took a step back and slowly turned away. I wanted to stop him but for some reason, my feet were planted on the floor, like a tree. I just stood there and watched him fade in the darkness. That's when everything started to melt away.

                He's gone. He'll never come back, and he wasn't really here at all. Logan was just a dream for me, a bitter-sweet dream.

When my eyes finally opened, the first thing that I looked for was my alarm clock. It was already 7:30 AM! I rushed to the bathroom to freshen up and fix myself then darted downstairs. I grabbed an apple form the table then went outside. And then I realized that I left my bag and my car keys inside the house, so I went back in. I locked the doors and started the engine. Dad was already at work.

                I arrived in school two minutes before the bell rang. I almost got a tardy note and a ticket to detention if I hadn't ran like a mad man to my history class. I plopped down my chair just in time.

                "You're late today." My heart skipped a beat when I heard that voice.

I turned to look at Logan and just rolled my eyes. "Not really," I told him curtly. My hand riffled through my bag and brought out my History book. I hope he got the 'I'm a little busy here,' message. But he didn't and was about to day something else when Mr. Cliff entered the room, cutting him off. I wonder what that was all about.

                A thought sparked on my head. Maybe he wanted to ask me about something...about prom. I tried not to get my hopes up. I was afraid that it will just go to waste and crush me inside again.

The morning flew by, and lunch finally came. More flyers, and sickeningly-sweet smiles from the committee asking me if I already voted for this and that, went tumbling down on my way. I was getting sick of this. No one was asking me to be their date on Friday night anyway. I wondered if Gavin's asking someone else.

                June and Becca were already sitting there and laughing like crazy girls. I made my way to them but my stomach protested that I should go get some lunch first, and I obliged to its order. I did not have time to eat proper breakfast anyway. After I got my lunch I finally sat down with my friends.

                "Rough day?" Becca asked me. I nodded my head and dug in to my salad.

                As I ate, June narrated how she got a date, what her dress looked like, and more things about prom. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I took it out. Gavin sent a message. He was asking if I could meet him at the music room before our next class. I texted him back with a short 'Ok.'

                I told my friends I had some things to do so they should go to class without me. As I scurried off to the music room, I saw Logan sitting by the window with a vacant stare on his face. He looked depressed and confused. I tapped him on the shoulders and tilted my head. He looked at me. "You look a little down today," I told him.

                He gave out a tight smile then looked away again. "Stacey and I got into a fight. I can't believe it. Why now? Why today?" he said then rubbed his hands all-over his face. "Prom's coming up and we're not talking to each other. I don't know what to tell her. Should I be honest, or should I play along with her even though it hurts me inside?"

                Maybe he knew that Stacey still cared about Gavin?

                I wanted to tell him I was here and he doesn't need to torture himself. I wanted to put my arms around him and tell him everything I felt. If he only knew how it crushed me inside when I see him like this. But then, there was this new feeling inside me that did not mix well with the thoughts above. It was like the flames that represented my feelings for him had gone two-degrees cooler.

"Everything's going to be fine." That was the only thing I could say. I felt my phone vibrate again. "Well, I gotta go. Good luck with Stacey." And with that, I left him feeling devastated.

                When I got to the music room, I thought Gavin already left but he was still there. He was holding a guitar and playing something. When he finished his concert, I clapped. "Wow, you're really a very great singer."

                He chuckled then put the guitar down. "I know, I know," he said.

                I rolled my eyes. "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

                He hesitated at first, as if deliberating on how he will tell me something. "Uhmm...about the prom..." My heart leapt. "Can you be my date?"

                So he hasn't asked anyone yet. I stared at him, he was serious and worried at the same time. Should I say yes? Should I say no? Will I hurt him again if I said yes? My head swam in those thoughts. Gavin deserved a chance. He had always been there for me and he will be always there for me. I smiled and said, "Sure." He grinned and pulled me into a hug.

                We stayed like that for a while. So this was how it felt in his arms, safe and secured. I never wanted to leave that position. Maybe I was starting to develop a new feeling for him.

A/N Just wanted to tell you how awesome Luke Bryan's 'Play it Again' is xD

Q: What sweet song would you want to dance to, with your partner?