What in the world is she saying? There is no way this is happening, yes this is a dream. A dream that feels so real, because I’m sure this will never happen in real life. But I’m secretly pinching my thigh, and it hurts. Is she confessing, or teasing? “I’m sorry?” Was my only reply, dumb struck.
“Have you gone deaf or you lost your balls to answer my question?” she asked, with a hint of madness.
“No! I mean... I was just... Arg...” I replied, clueless.
“So it’s a no? Well, I didn’t expect that.” She said, defeated.
“I didn’t mean it that way, I like you. I like you since we were 15. But I guess when we were in high school me liking you is as common as the sun rising everyday. And just thinking of you is enough to drive me insane. You might ask me why I didn’t even try to court you, my answers are simple. Who am I compared to you when we were in high school? You might say what kind of a question is that when we are just normal people, but you weren’t. You were the campus crush, the cheerleader, the student council president. You were a cut above all the ladies back then, and I’m just a nobody.” I said.
“Oh!” was her only reply.
“And if what I’m thinking is true, you being a celebrity and all that. I don’t want to cause you trouble with the media, like you being seen walking around with someone just like me. And I will admit, I don’t have the courage to face such a competition.” I said.
“Why do you always look down on yourself? Has anyone told you that you’re not good looking? If you will just get a decent hair cut then I’m sure a lot of girls will notice you, covering your face is not right. Don’t hide your cuteness, flaunt it! But a no is a no, and I’m sure I can’t change your mind. I guess you still love your high school sweetheart.” she said.
“High school sweetheart? Where did you get that notion?” I asked, confused.
“Hello? Everyone knew that she was head over heels on you. Don’t tell me you didn’t know even that?” she asked, laughing.
“Haha! Get out of here, there is no way that’s possible.” I replied, sticking my tongue out.
“You know what I hate about you? You always look down on yourself, I’m telling you you’re good looking. Have some confidence in yourself! But your modesty is what I like you the most, I really do.” she said, smiling.
“Am I allowed to blush? I’m not used to get a compliment.” I replied, reddening.
“After rejecting me you’re making me blush too. I hate you so much! Haha! Let’s go back inside, they might be looking for us.” she said, standing up.
“They are more likely looking for you than looking for me. Actually I like it here, just the two of us talking. Without caring about anything, like we’re the only person that exist. But it’s getting cold, so yeah let’s get back inside.” I replied.
“Hold my hand, I’m feeling cold. Please?” she said, smiling.
And we make our way back inside the hall, walking hand in hand. This feeling is so good I think my heart is going to burst, how I wish this would last all through out the night. But the moment that we get inside the hall is a signal that we are back to reality. Every time someone turn their heads and see us, their eyes are full of loathing. I can feel it piercing me, like daggers stabbing me to death. I’m trying to pull my hand free but she wouldn’t let go, she hold on tighter as we walk on. Her head held high while my knees are shaking. I almost collapsed when we reach our table, cold sweat trickling down my forehead. Damn, I can’t take the pressure anymore. I excused myself to the bathroom, which seems to be a bad decision. Everyone is following me with their eyes, and even after I got out of the hall I can still feel those judgmental eyes. Taking a piss is such a relief, like my worries goes down the drain. But I know it’s only temporary. On my way back I met my History professor, and great heavens I forgot his name!
