What If?

Fifa

I sigh as I slump back in my chair. I just finished the test and turned it in to the teacher. There are only about four other people finished. One of them being Kadence. I'm feeling pretty confident about how I did. I just hope that my gut feeling is correct. I look at the clock to see that there's still 25 minutes left.

I tap my fingers on the desk. I hope Timothy did well too. He was so stressed. I felt bad. He would be so discouraged of he failed or got a bad grade.

I check the clock again. 20 minutes left.
I pull out my phone. Our teacher lets us get on them as long as we've finished all our work. I scroll through Instagram randomly liking pictures. Then I text Kadence and ask how she thinks she did. She texts back immediately and says she thinks she did alright. She had to leave a couple blank though so there's no chance she'll get 100%.

After what seems like a million years of waiting, Mrs. Roberts calls the time. Only a few kids were still working. I look at Timothy and see that he already handed in his test. "Good. He finished."
I think to myself. I hope we all did well.

"You'll get your final grade back tomorrow." Mrs. Roberts tells us. "For your homework assignment I want you all to read chapter 8-9 and answer the study questions." The bell rings then.
"Have a good day!"

Everyone rushes out of the classroom but I wait till Timothy leaves. We're some of the last people to exit.

"So how do you think you did?"
I ask.

He turns to look at me.
"I think I did good. I answered them all. Now I just hope that they were all correct." He chuckles lightly and we walk down the hall to English.

"Yeah. I really hope that we did well. It would suck if one of us failed."

"Yeah. It would. I'm sure we did great though."

We reached English class by now.

"Me too. Talk to you later." I wave as I sit on the far left side of the room. He sits on the right side and waves at me.

The rest of the day went smoothly. I got an A on a history paper. And in math I actually caught on quite well and could do the equations fairly easily. So it wasn't an over all terrible day.

Nate drives us home and as soon as I'm in the house, I drop my bag and head straight for the kitchen.

"Ugh! I'm so hungry! I haven't eaten since lunch!"
I say.

"Your always hungry." Nate says as he walks up behind me.

"Yeah. And? You know I'm still growing. I need to eat or else my growing process could get all messed up. And if I'm hungry then you'll have to deal with me complaining about it." I point out. I grab some strawberries out of the fridge. I need to eat them quickly. They're going out of season and they're starting to get bad.

"I see where you're coming from. You could use all the extra half inch that you can get. And no one wants to hear you grumbling about how hungry you are. Export we kinda do everyday."

"Hey!" I playfully but forcefully punch his arm. "In not THAT short! And I don't complain that much."

"Yeah yeah. Whatever helps you sleep at night. And OW! Little sister has some fire in that arm."

I punch him again.
"You bet I do."
I walk away and head to my room.

"Oh and bye the way Timothy's coming over later to play FIFA! That cool? Even if it's not cool with you he's still coming so it doesn't matter what you say." He yells at me.
He's so thoughtful.

"Yeah it's fine. And thanks for being so caring about what I say or think."

"Anytime sis!"

As I shut my door I lean my back against it and close my eyes. What's wrong with me? I'm still head over heels for Timothy. Anytime he even just talks to me I get butterflies. I get excited just at the thought of him being here. Why can I not just accept the fact that he's not and will never be with me? I mean I get having a crush. That's not the bad part. The bad part is I KNOW that he'll never be with me but yet I continue to proceed with all these thoughts. I sigh and head to my bed. I guess there's really no way of stopping those feelings. Might as well roll with them.