JUST, A First Love

Chapter 2

As the days passed, my thoughts became consumed by Savesta. The image of her brown hair dancing in the breeze and those daring eyes haunted me during every class. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and it scared me. My friends noticed my distraction, especially Greg.

"Dude, what's up with you?" he asked one afternoon after catching me staring blankly at the board. "You've been acting weird since the first day. Are you crushing on someone?"

I quickly shook my head, brushing off his concern. "No way, man. It's just school, you know? Same old, same old." But deep down, I knew I was lying. It was hard to concentrate on anything when the thought of Savesta lingered in the back of my mind like a song stuck on repeat.

My thoughts spiraled as I walked through the hallways. I had a million questions running through my mind. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if I made a fool of myself trying to get close to her? Yet, each time I saw her, a strange warmth filled my chest, and it felt like the world around me faded.

One day, while I was sitting in the library, I noticed Savesta sitting at a nearby table, flipping through a book. She looked so absorbed in her reading, and I found myself mesmerized. I decided then and there that I couldn't let this chance slip away. I had to talk to her again, to really get to know her.

Gathering my courage, I approached her. "Hey, Savesta," I said, my heart racing.

She looked up, surprise dancing in her eyes. "Oh, hi Kurt! What's up?" she replied, a smile lighting up her face. I felt a flutter in my stomach.

"I was wondering if you wanted to study together sometime. I mean, you seem pretty good at this stuff," I stammered, hoping my casual tone masked my nervousness.

Her eyes brightened, and I felt a rush of relief. "Sure, I'd love that! I could use some help with math anyway."

As we exchanged numbers, I couldn't help but feel excited about what this could mean. Maybe we could become friends, or perhaps even something more. I could hardly sleep that night, replaying our conversation in my mind and imagining all the possibilities.

After a week of study sessions and getting to know each other, I realized that I was truly falling for her. It was more than just a crush; I felt a deep connection forming between us. Savesta was intelligent, funny, and had a kindness about her that drew me in like a moth to a flame.

One afternoon, after a particularly productive study session, I gathered the courage to tell her how I felt. We were sitting on a park bench outside the school, enjoying the cool breeze. I looked at her, the sun highlighting her features, and took a deep breath.

"Savesta, I've really enjoyed spending time with you," I started, my voice shaky. "And, uh, I think I like you. Like, really like you."

She paused, her expression softening as she looked at me. "Kurt, I'm really glad to hear that. I like you too. I've had a great time getting to know you."

A wave of relief washed over me. "So, would you be interested in, you know, being more than friends?"

Her smile widened, and she nodded. "I'd like that. Let's see where this goes."

As I left that day, I felt lighter than air. I had taken the plunge and found out that Savesta felt the same way. For the first time in a long while, I was hopeful about love.