"Elizabeth!" I hear someone screaming.
"Sorry Miss Laura." I guess I was dozing off. It's just that, I hate Social Studies so much that I can not pay attention. We are learning something about 9/11, but I know as much as I need to about it that I don't need to pay attention.
"Elizabeth! You will be sent to Principal Preston! I'm not going to say this again. Pay attention!" I was so glad this is my last class for the day we only have four classes, but each class is ninety minutes long with a forty minute lunch, so it adds up.
After class, I get on the bus to go home. Did I mention that this is one of my most awkward times of the day? I don't talk to people unless they talk to me first, and then answer in as less words as possible. I always stay to myself. People tend to leave me alone, so this catches me by surprise.
"Hey Liz. Is this spot taken?" my crush, Brandon, asks. Don't get me wrong, I may be socially awkward and dislike people, but that doesn't rule out the fact that I can have a crush on someone. "Elizabeth, are you there?"
"Sorry, just caught in thought. You can sit here."
The whole ride consists of him asking me questions that I can answer without stuttering, but they weren't the normal questions. The one that got me was "Do you have a boyfriend?" Nobody cared enough to ask this.
"No." I say staring straight into his green eyes. "I am too complicated to have anyone give interest into me. You see Landon? He asked me on a date two years ago. We went on it and he hasn't talked to me since. That is the first and last date I have ever been on. Nobody likes talking to me because I am socially awkward. "
"Socially what? You seem fine and great! Why would you label yourself?"
"Because everyone else does. Not a day goes by that I have someone to talk to, but I don't mind. I only like one person, but they never talked to me until today. "
"So who is this lucky person?" he asked with sadness, which also catches me off guard.
I say very quietly, "You." Then I raise my head slowly until I am looking at him. He then grabs my face and kisses me.
"Someone told me that you had a crush on me, but I didn't believe them. I wondered 'Why would someone as pretty, no scratch that, as beautiful as you ever like me?' I am still wondering, so may I ask, why?"
"No, you aren't just a gorgeous football star-"
"Hurtful!" he yells with a hand over his heart.
"-but you have a great personality that could beat good looks any day. While you may be the football star, you had enough courage to sit, talk, and even kiss a socially awkward girl that has had a crush on you since freshman year. That is three years! I have seen you help people that are bullied. I've been in almost all of your classes, so I know you are a great student that doesn't cause a disruption like your teammates. You care, and that's what counts. Now take this and use it wisely." I take out a piece of paper and write my number down. "Thanks for hearing me out."
He gets up to let me out, but then falls back down. Then he kisses me goodbye, and I kiss him back.
"See you tomorrow." I say, then get off the bus.
I get a text from an unknown number saying "See you tomorrow, sweetheart." That text turned my life upside down.
