Complicated

How do you deal with a situation like mine? 

    It all began when I was a loner in 3rd grade. I was sitting alone, on a bench, when a kid in my class came up to me, and asked : "Do you like penguins?". I was shocked, apparently, since I thought that his question is the last thing I'd think about. I'd be better off thinking if the screws on that bench were rusty. So I answered with the most obvious word I would probably say on that occasion."What?" I said as I formed a confused look on my face. "Do you like PENGUINS?" he again, asked. "Yeah, they're pretty cute." I replied. "Wow. Most kids would say: You're weird, get out of my life. Hi, I'm Thomas.Tom for short. What's your name?" he asked. It was the moment of truth. Should I really give him my name? Yeah, what the heck.  "I'm Avery. Ave for short."

 Those were the first seconds of my whole school life that I ever had a REAL friend. Yes, I've had friends before, but I considered them friends because they talked to me for 1-5 seconds to ask for more glue for their macaroni art. But this is different. We spent recess and lunch breaks together, just like how friends would treat each other.

 Now, we're in 3rd year high school, 17 years old. And the thing is, he isn't the weirdest kid in our class anymore. He's the class heartthrob. And my problem is, well, I have had a major crush on him since the moment on the bench when we were in 3rd grade.

                                                                       =CHAPTER 1=

  So here we go again, sitting on our favorite table, while all the girls are glaring and looking at me jealously. "Don't worry about them so much, Ave" Tom says as he chews his Macaroni and Cheese.   "They might beat me up, Tom. This is very DANGEROUS." I say. "Nah, they won't. They'll just scratch you with their pretty pink nails" he says as he smirked. "You always know what to say  on the worst occasions, Tom." I say. I smile at him, not letting him notice that I was in fact, blushing. And obviously, all the girls noticed I did blush. Shoot.

  I get up from our table, grab my bag, and start to walk away. "AVE! WAIT UP!" he shouts from behind. I hate this kind of situation. I don't like it when I leave him behind. But then, I just did. "Hey." he says as he catches up to me, wheezing. "Tom, you know what they could do to me." I say. "I know but, I'll always be beside you. EVER. Remember?" Tom asks while he pulls off the face that I could not resist, although he doesn't know I couldn't. He pulls it off while he doesn't know he is. " Fine, Tom. So be it." I answer as I walk on to the halls. He smiles with a spark in his eyes. I feel like I've been hit with lightning.

 "So, when does next period start?" I ask to break the slight awkwardness around us. "About 10 minutes" he answers back, the boredness obvious on his face. 'What do you want to do?" I ask so that he won't die of boredom. "Wanna eat more?" he asks with a curious look on his face. "Too much carbs. Might get fat" I answer. "You don't get FAT. And It's so unfair.You eat and eat all the time yet you don't get fat. What is up with that?" he asks curiously. I sometimes wonder if Tom would make a great scientist someday. "I don't actually know. I think of it as a blessing." I say. "A blessing? Really? Then I am going to pray hard for it." he says. I laugh at his remark. He smiles, again, the smile that summons lightning. "Why would you? You're already thin, Tom" I reply to keep the conversation casual and lengthy. "Do you even remember when we were in 5th grade?" he says. " Oh yeah. You were so fat then. No offense, Tom" I finally say. "None taken. I really curse those days I ate so much potato chips while watching cartoon shows." Tom says as he stares at the ceiling. " I was there with you" I say. "Yeah, but you didn't get fat." he says casually. "I usually think that it's just good karma, and you didn't get it." I answer. These are the conversations we have together. It's usually odd, I guess, but it's real nice to have it with him. "Haha, AVERY" he teases. "Don't call me that. It sounds like a guy name" I tell him. "Well, I think it's cute." he says. A shock tingles up my spine and like a reflex action, I blush. And unlike the other times I do, he notices. "Are you blushing?" he asks instantly. "No. NO I'M NOT." I say. In these times, I always hope that my reaction isn't exaggerated so that he won't notice that I'm attracted to him. "Really?" he says with a slight pinch of doubt in his voice. "Why would I, anyways?" I finally say. As you've probably noticed, I'm a type of girl that regrets crushes, and act as if I'm a  wing woman. "Really really?" he, again, asks. "YES, TOM! Ugh, I hate it when you ask like this" I tell him. "Act like what, Ave?" he says. "ACT AS IF I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU! I'm not that type of girl, Tom, and you clearly know that,." I tell him. "Fine. I'll let you off the hook. Let's go to our next class, shall we, Ave?" he tells me, and he says the last sentence in a British accent, the one that you'd be begging to hear again and again. "Certainly, sir" I answer back.