there he was.
okay Grayson, this is your chance , make a move.
no, what if i sit down and we just sit there in complete silence and he thinks i'm some kind of weirdo or something.
Grayson, when you're given the opportunity, take it because you never know if you'll ever get that chance back.
ugh, okay fine. let me just calm down. this is all going to be okay.
i took a deep breath in and walked over to where the masterpiece was sitting.
"hey, is anybody sitting here?" i ask.
he looks up from his phone and responds with a simple no, then looking back down at his phone. i exhale, take my backpack off from around my shoulders and put it down on top of the table in front of me. i immediately take out my phone and start texting Ethan.
Me: BRO, IM SITTING NEXT TO MY CRUSH AND IDK WHAT TO SAY HELP
after about a minute of me sitting there and having a mini panic attack , he finally decides to respond.
Ethan: okay, first off chill out. second off , just simply ask how they're doing , just some small talk.
i read the text and put my phone face down on the table. okay, here it goes.
"hey, what's your name?" i question, my voice trembling and my hands shaking.
"Troye , what's your name?" he asked , so angelic like.
"my name is Grayson, you can call me Gray for short if you'd like."
"is your name spelled Grey like grey? or like gay with a "r" between the "g" and the "a" ?"
"gay with the "r" between the "g" and the "a"," i chuckle. he smiles.
"what's your phone number? because im gonna forget how to spell your name in the future."
" (908) 914- 5084"
"okay, let me text you just to make sure that i didn't hit any wrong numbers or anything."
my phone vibrated and the flash twinkled in Troyes eyes. the lunch bell rang ending the lunch period.
"i'll text you when i get home today Gray, it was a pleasure meeting you." Troye hollered and waved as he exited the cafeteria.
damn. did that just happen? did i really just get his number that easy? and to think that i was scared to even approach him. hmm.
