Just One Summer Class (oneshot)

For most people friendship is the beginning of something. The foundation of much deeper relationships too bad for others. It's a border line.

A limit.

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I'm Kevin, 17 years of age. First year Mass Com student. I've decided to take summer class just to be the girl that I love. Her name is Ann and I'm in love with her. I've been in love with her eversince we became seatmates. We become friends. We're just friends that's why I don't know if she feels the same way. I'm not good at reading people's mind, as if I could read them but I'm still hoping that we could be more than friends.

I'm planning that at the last day of our summer class, I'm going to confess my feelings to her no matter what will be the consequences of my action, for I can no longer hide my feelings. Because the more I hide my feelings, the more I fall deeper for her. It's crazy being in love to your friend. I always think about her every night before i sleep and until I wake up the next morning. I am secretly crazily in love to my friend.

Finally today is the day that I have been waiting for. Today is the last day of our summer class. Goodluck to our final exam and also to me.

Last night I texted her that after we finished taking our final exam we will be having lunch together at our favorite restaurant. I also told her that I have something to tell her and coincidentally she has something to tell me too. So we both agreed to have lunch together. I couldn't explain my feelings last night. It was a mixed emotion of excitement and fear. i don't want to be rejected. I've never been rejected in my life. I kept thinking how she will react.

I couldn't concentrate answering my test paper. It's not that the final exam is hard, It's actually easy. It's just that I'm nervous. Nervous about what? I guess because for my 17 years of existing here on earth this will be the first time I'm going to confess my feelings for a girl. Oh, man! I keep on thinking about it. I'm being cheesy here.

Focus on your test paper Kevin! I tried to focus as soon as I heard what the little voice said inside my head.

We both passed our final exam. We are now here in the restaurant sitting on our favorite spot beside the window. Table for two. We are eating our favorite white spaghetti. We were eating quietly when she started to say something.

"My treat because we both passed our final exam."

"No way!" I overreacted while I'm playing the white spaghetti with my fork.

"Why not?" she just smiled. "You always treat me almost everyday and it's not fair. I guess now is my turn to treat you besides you got higher grades than me."