Chasing Ronnie

- Make out session -

His face was like a deer on headlights.

Shock.

 The only word to explain such reaction.

Eyes wide and jaw dropped to his chest. He must be shocked about how blunt I was with him.

" Wait what?... no." He sounded uncomfortable. 

  I was definitely not going to give up so easily, especially when my instincts were tingling and I had a potential gay friend waiting to be claimed.

"Are you sure....?" I asked unconvinced. 

"No."  My eyes immediately widened in shock while a big grin took over my lips. " I mean yes!"

"So you are gay!" I exclaimed smugly.

"No!" His voice cracked and went up an octave. He sounded sooo convincing right now. He then took a moment to clear his throat. "I meant 'no' I'm not gay!"

I squinted my eyes, tilted my head to the side again and resorted to my next logical explanation.

"Oh! So you must be going through puberty!" I assumed confidently.

He blushed.

This kid actually blushed.

But it wasn't a nice rosy blush. It was more of a "I got smacked on the face" blush.

He suddenly found the blank white board interesting. 

"You know it's okay if you tell me you're gay. I wont tell anybody."
I rose my chin up and offered him my pinky. "Promise."

I was so surprised and elated when he linked pinkies with me because I would finally have a gay fri-

"I'm going through puberty."

Ugh. 

*Present time*

The next day, as I sit in my AP Biology class bitting on the cap of my pen, my mind wanders to start plotting different scenarios on how to make today's walk flirtatious. He's obviously too shy to make the first move, so I guess it's all up to me.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

How about if I bump shoulders with him and give him a smirk when he says something funny?

Nah. Too friendly.

"Hmm.. someone's totally paying attention." I was still deep in thought and didn't acknowledge the person. 

Okay. I read something online about biting your lower lip every five seconds while simultaneously looking at his lips. Also something about being touchy, twirling your hair with one finger and wearing provocative clothes...

Nah. Too slutty.

"Hello.. Earth to Melissa."

I finally snapped out of my revery due to the hand being waved in front of my face. I lightly shook my head and looked up to see Gina.

"Hey Gina, what's up?"

"Umm, I don't know... maybe the fact that the bell already rang and you're just sitting there having a make out session with your pen."

Not again. 

It's such a bad embarassing habit that I need to stop, before all my pens have bitten off caps. I hurriedly packed all my belongings and got up to go to my next class.

"Alright. What is running through that head of yours?" Gina asked as we walked out.

"Way too much! I have a four page paper due tomorrow, a project, a college application to finish and the pile of chores waiting for me in my house that my mo-" I rambled, trying not to confess my actual thoughts to Gina.