When I got home from watching the basketball game at his house, I went to my room and laid there. I didn't try to fall asleep because no dream was better than what was happening in real life. I just laid there just thinking about that moment when he said he liked me. I slowly drifted off to sleep wondering what would happen next. Would he ask me out? Was this just a cruel joke? No, it had to be real. Oh well. I guess I'll just find out tomorrow.
When I woke up, I jumped out of bed, turned on some music, and sang. Today is the day. I got to school a little early so I waited in the cafeteria with everyone else. I didn't see him before the bell rang so I went to my locker. He'll have to go to his locker. Right? I went to first hour after not seeing him at his locker. He walked in the door a couple minutes after me. I looked at him trying to hold back a smile. He quickly looked at the ground as if he didn't see me and briskly walked to his desk. What was that about? I'll just talk to him after class. After forty five minutes of dreadful math, the bell finally rang. Dylan walked out of class before I had a chance to talk to him. He was halfway down the hallway by the time I got out the door. The same thing happened in eight hour. He practically ignored the fact that I even existed. He can't escape me in chorus because we sit next to each other.
I walked into chorus, grabbed my folder, and took my seat. A few minutes later Dylan did the same thing, not acknowledging me while he did it. As he sat down, I looked over at him.
"What's wrong? What happened since yesterday?" I asked innocently. A couple rows forward I saw Colin, Jessica's new boyfriend, turn around and look at Dylan. They made eye contact and Colin nodded. He turned back to the left to look at me.
"You're my problem, Ok?" he responded.
"What? But I tho-"
"Well, guess you thought wrong. Why would I like you? You're scrawny, not a good basketball player, not too good of a singer, and too short. So leave me alone." With every word, my heart broke. My eyes became hazy. I knew I was about to cry. I raise my hand.
"Yes?" Ms. Kosner said.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" I ask trying to keep my voice from cracking in the way it does before you ball your eyes out. She says yes and I run out of the room sobbing slightly. I sit in the stall and just let the tears flow. Who cares who hears me? I don't. About two minutes later I hear my friends Jessica and Randy outside.
"Are you OK?" Randy asks.
"No I'm not."
"We're coming in there to talk OK?" Jessica said. They walk in and we go into the bigger stall. I fill them in on everything that happened in the past week and half. Everything from the looks to the talk we had yesterday.
"I think he likes you," they stated.
"Then why would he say that?"
"Probably because Colin and the popular jocks don't want their best friend to be gay so they made him say that." Randy said.
"I don't know. I think I'm just gonna stay in here. I can't go back by Dylan."
"What do we tell Ms. Kosner?" Jessica asked.
"Anything." I did stay in there, weeping, the rest of the period thinking about how my mood changed throughout the day. I ran out of there as fast as I could when the bell rang. I hopped on the bus and left for home. I couldn't go to basketball practice. Not after that.
