Lover Boy

The kiss

I feel ashamed. He looks surprised. How about if he doesn't like me back? How about if we are just....friends?
My thoughts are interrupted by a teacher.
I slide my clothes on and run away.
I start crying while running.

I regret yesterday.
I feel like shit.
Surprisingly, because I met him three months ago. I wake up to head to school. I see him at the front gate. He tries to talk to me but I head to Oliver.
I tell him all about the issue.
He looks shocked, or perhaps surprised.
He responds by "Your joking, right? That Rat-faced Ryan touched you?! He's dead for sure."
I agree he is. Laura Summers walks up to us. She is part of our friend group. Oliver tells her.
"What?! Now there is 2 of us Oliver. Lets get that rat."
She pauses "Before we do that, You kissed your crush?"
As I mentioned, there are girls in St. Cleotilde.
I nod.
She gasps.
I laugh.
She cries.
Oliver breaks the chain "Why the chain thing again?"
We look at him as if we were saying "Why not?"
Elijah walks over. "I need to talk to you."
I nod, walk over to him as we head to a tree.
He starts speaking "Look, I-"
I cut him off "I am sorry I kissed you. I should've never done it especially because your straight."
He cuts me off by dragging me in to a room.
"Hey!"
He starts sobbing. "I wanted to kiss you, I am just...so confused. I don't understand. I've just never had a crush on anyone ever. I love you so much...but can we please, please, please keep this a secret?"
I pause. My lips start to shake. "Yeah, of course."
Ryan stares at me and gives me the signal to come over to him. I give him the middle finger in response. God, I have never met someone as desperate as him, and he called me desperate.
Ryan comes over to me. "Hi bab-"
Elijah punches him. Again.
I laugh as I feel his despair.
Ryan leaves as he goes up to his girlfriend. His girlfriend doesn't seem amused of his presence.
I pull his arm as we go to our after school practices for the opposite sports. Again, he goes for Football. I go for Volleyball.
Not the same sports, but same love. Hopefully, he loves me.
It's not like we see eachother every morning. Every break. Every lunch period. Every afternoon.
We totally don't walk eachother home and stay at eachothers houses.
Today was different. It has been a month since the incident and hopefully we are dating. or atleast together. He asked me if we could go to The habit burger as a date and maybe go to the cinema. Obviously, he knows my dream date. I get a text from him saying:
"I'm ready, are you? It's ok if your not no rush. xx <3"
I repeat "xx <3" in my brain. I respond by "Ok!! <3"
I am the luckiest person in the world to have such a handsome person like him. God, I love him so much. More than he could ever know or recall.