The Love in Me

Chapter 3

                           Her P.O.V

The next day, I walked over to him. " Hey, I have a question for you. It's stupid."

" It can't be that stupid."

" Do you like me?"

" Yeah, of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

" I don't know." I hesitated. Maybe he does like me. I just walked away from him. Why'd you do that! I yelled at myself. He was only one of the cutest guys in school. Yeah, there are other guys, but I want him. Plain old him.

I ran over to my best friend.
" So, how'd your talk go?" She asked.
" Fine, I guess. It just didn't go as planned. He says he likes me, but I just don't know." I took the picture out of my bag, perfectly smooth. It was beautiful. I never knew he could draw like that.
" What's that?" My friend asked.
" Nothing," I replied. She grabbed it out of my hands.
" That doesn't look like nothing. It looks like a sketch of you. Did he draw this?"
" Yeah," I replied sheepishly. I was in a deep zone when all of a sudden, a loud noise awoke me.
" Hello? You in there?" My friend asked. She snapped her fingers right in my face. I took my picture back and put it in my bag, and headed off to class.