Don't Ever Leave

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"Should I tell him?" I asked my best friend, Charles, while taking a break from dancing with Riker. I went storming up to Charles in the drink section nervously.

I was so nervous to do my big revealing plan for tonight. And by big revealing plan, yes, it's a big revelation. And by that, it means that I would tell Riker honestly that after all these years, yes, I still do like him with all of my heart. Yes, after I told everyone and promised myself that I have already moved on from him not liking me, I swore to God that I would always treat him as a stranger from that very moment on.

But no matter what I do, it gets all annoying every time. No matter what promises I make to myself, he is always the one which my heart wants. I can never forget and move on, I guess. This sucks, love sucks.

"Wait, you haven't told him yet?" Charles asked me, putting his soft drink cup aside and paying his full attention on me.

"Yes, I still haven't, I think I can't. I'm scared." I said, shaking.

"You idiot, c'mere." He pulled me closer and comforted me by rubbing my back, then he let go after a couple of seconds. "What are you so afraid of, Taff? You'll just tell him anyways."

"Charles, what if he rejects me again? You know how much I hate being rejected-- Especially by him. If I get rejected again, I swear, I would die at this time of the night, you idiot." I rolled my eyes, but sighed and looked down after.

I am very scared right at this second, to be honest. Rejection is not the team I play, it's the other way, and it's the team I'm most afraid of. I get scared at many scenarios like getting rejected at auditions, in front of many people, or even to the most important things in my life. Of course, one of them was when Riker rejected me. I know, that time, I might be too young to take his rejection seriously, but I was too embarrassed. I never was good at boys, so that time, I learned that girls never should take the first move and it's my first rule when it comes to boys.

But this situation is different. It's different because this might be the last time I can talk to him. Why? Oh, if I haven't mentioned, he would transfer to another school in the next school year due to his parents' decision. His dad thinks that he doesn't fit our school because it's useless for him to study here if he doesn't get any place at the honor roll. Riker is a fine intelligent student, enough for him to get really good grades at school. He is a great student academically, and that's one of the best things I like about him.

"He wouldn't, Taff, I promise. It's not bad to take a risk, right?" He smiled down at me. "And it's alright, because, in fact, he would leave in less than a month, so why not tell him what you honestly feel about him, yeah?" Charles chuckled and pat my shoulders with his hands.

I nod, agreeing to his point. Sure, I'll take this risk. He'll leave soon, anyways.

"Okay, I'll do it. Thanks, C."

"It's my pleasure to help. Now go get your butt up there, dance with him, and tell him how you feel."

So I did. I started to turn around and walk to the dance floor. I was very scared, so I really can't focus.

While I was walking, I keep on thinking and repeating the sequence of the words I should tell him while I was finding for him.

I looked over my far right side, then I saw him walking over to me, waving his hand up high. So I did the same, until we both meet. We both greeted each other Hi's and Hey's then we started to dance together again.

His hands on mine feels like home. I like it how he holds my hand in a very secure way, it feels like my hand fits his hand perfectly, like our hands are made for each other. It's my first time to dance with him in any sort of way, so this body contact sends me chills every time we skipped a beat.