Crush x Reader (On Hold)

Chapter 24: What's This Feeling?

I was at graduation, for at least 8th grade, and it had just barely come to an end. All anyone had to do now was get their certificate and get outa there! And my excitement was through the roof. 

As I began to approach the table, (c/n) came up to me and said, "Congrats, (y/n)! Doesn't it feel great, knowing we'll never have to deal with this school again?" 

I smiled. "You know it! I am so done with middle school! I'm gonna make sure high school is a hundred times better!" 

"Well, see ya there! Who knows, maybe we'll even be in some similar classes," he said as he walked away. 

I suppose I should explain how this half-pint in hipster glasses came to be my crush. Fiiine! 

|Flashback to 2 weeks ago|

Ugh the graduation dance, and there's cafeteria food? Whatever, I like curly fries anyways. I was at the 8th grade dance, just 2 weeks before we all officially graduated. The finally announced the food was out, and I figured curly fries would be just fine since I was so careless as to not have eaten lunch earlier. I stacked a plate full of 'em, added an ocean of ketchup, and headed to the table where (b/f/n) was sitting. I didn't see any napkins. Guess I'll just have to make sure not to get anything on my fingers. 

As we started to finish our food, I noticed (b/f/n)'s boyfriend and his friend heading over to our table. His friend walked up to me and said, "Hey, you two should really be out on the dance floor. C'mon!" He stuck out his hand for me to take, but I hesitated, as there was ketchup all over my fingers. 

I just held up my hand and plainly said, "I'm not so sure you'd wanna take this hand just yet. Maybe I should get a napkin or two first, ya think?" He snickered a bit as I stood up to go find one and I whispered, "You're welcome." 

As I came back to the table, the tree of them were chatting up a storm, so I sat down next to (o/b/f/n) and tried to make small talk for a bit. Just then, (b/f/bf/n)'s (best friend's boyfriend's name) friend appeared beside me, as if out of nowhere and said, "Hey, looks like you got that napkin of yours. Ready to dance now?" He out-stretched his hand once more, inviting me to take it. 

I accepted. "Okay, why not." As our hands locked, nothing truly special sparked other than curiosity. Why would he wanna take my hand? Does he have feelings for me? Pfft, I seriously doubt it! It's probably just 'cause (b/f/bf/n) is a total wimp and could never ask (b/f/n) to dance without his friend doing something similar. Right, that's all. Just helping a friend. 

I quickly forgot about it all as we hit the dance floor. They were playing (b/f/n) and my favorite song ever, (f/s/n) (favorite song name)! There was nothing in the world that could distract me from dancing like a maniac with by best friend to the best song ever! 

Later, we got separated from the boys, and they started a slow song. (b/f/n) and I gave each other a look that said, "Yeah right? As if we're gonna stay on the dance floor right now! Book it!" 

We both bolted for the nearest table and sat ourselves down in an instant. But after a mater of a few seconds she spoke up and said, "Hey, wouldn't it be safer to just take a convenient visit to the girl's bathroom right about now?" 

I could tell she had a hint of worry in her voice, but I argued. "Nah, we'll be fine. And besides, even if those two dorks do decide to ask us to dance, we shouldn't be rude. Who knows it might be fun." I tried to be as calm as possible, but my heart started to race as if in a marathon. All I could do was take deep breaths and hope for the best. 

"Well I promise you," she stated, "I will not move from this exact spot until this song is over." She stubbornly stomped her foot to show that she meant business.