Perspective

Chapter 3 (Nathalie)

I'm in class right now, listening to Mr. Lark lecture about Romeo and Juliet. "So, as I was saying, Romeo knows that he loves Juliet, and that is something he knows he needs to tell her." Wow, men these days could never tell a woman that they love her the first time they meet. Not that I care about all that love crap and love at first sight, but not one boy could get the "I love you" words out before the girl says it. And, if that does happen call me up because that man is definitely a keeper. I'm not dating anyone at the moment, but I've had my eyes set on Tyler since grade school. He's so chill, and not a jock or even full of himself. He never lies, and he'll just speak his mind no matter what he's talking about. He doesn't care what other people think, and I love. I mean LIKE, that about him. I don't think he knows that I like him, and I really hope that he doesn't because I don't know if I would ever be able to tell him. I mean, I hope I've kept it a secret all these years, and I don't have the guts to tell a guy that, because I'm so scared of how he'll react. That's my fear, that he'll tell me he doesn't like me and that it would ruin our friendship. But I think it's finally time for me to step up my game and stop being so scared of letting someone know the truth. The bell rings and I'm shaken out of my thoughts about Tyler. "Okay, class. Make sure to read the next act in Romeo and Juliet. Have a good night." Mr. Lark says as he closes his book and points towards the door. I take my books and run to my locker, trying to get there as fast as I can. My lock is always so hard to open, and I'm going as fast as I can. It finally opens and I throw my books on the top shelf, not even taking my homework home. I need to tell someone something and I need to find them before they leave the school. I grab my empty bag and lunchbag, and I fix my hair quickly in my mirror. This is it. I run to their locker and they're gone. I open it and their bag and jacket are still in there. They haven't left yet. "Yes!" I whisper to myself. I stand casually beside the locker and look around to see if they're coming. 

I've been waiting for a couple of minutes, and by this time, pretty much everyone has left the school. Only a few people still wander the hallways. "Where is he?" I mumble to myself. I look at the time and it's been 10 minutes since school has ended. I guess I'm walking. Then I turn to my left and see someone walking to the locker I'm standing beside. Tyler. He looks at me with a confused face. "What are you doing here?" He asks. "I need to talk to you." I respond. "Listen, Nat. I really don't feel like talking about anything right now. I've had a really bad day and I think I just bombed my science test." He puts his books in his locker and starts to pack up. "You sure you don't want to talk about it?" I ask. "We could go to our favourite pizzeria!" I say as I softly nudge his shoulder. "No. Okay. I said I don't want to talk about it, alright?" He says angrily as he slams his locker and walks away. That's not how I expected that to go. "A 'no thank you' would've worked too!" I yell down the hallway as a tear trickles down my cheek. I've never cried over a guy before. He's obviously something special.