The Dramas of a 7th Grade girl with a Crush

Part 5

Pretty soon, you couldn't see me without seeing him, and you couldn't see him without seeing me. I mean, literally. We were already becoming best friends. He talks a lot. He walked through the halls with me, he walked to the bus, he waited by my locker... I mean, I'm not complaining but...

By then people started shipping us. They kept telling us to ask each other out. Well, I wouldn't regret it but, dating seemed like a "title". To me. Everyone was dating. And my mom doesn't approve of it but... Really. I'm a middle schooler. Isn't this the age where we start "engaging" in "risky" activities? I'm pretty sure dating is really low on the list.

They said awww when he talked to me. They said awww when he called me J They said awww when I kicked him. They said awww when I stole his hat. They said awww when he waited by my locker. Anyway. They always said that about us. That we "flirted" so much. I dunno the definition of flirting but... I'm stupid in this "language of romance". I mean, about five sixth graders "cared", like three teachers actually "knew" that we "flirted". And of course, half the 7th grade commented about it/stalked us secretly like Kawaii Chan.