Tell Me Things I Don't Know (Greyson Chance)

Chapter Eighteen: "I don't have a crush on him anymore."

-Fast Forward-

The bell rang for so many times. It means the class has dismissed. It was very sunny day. You and your friends decided to have a little meeting about how you can win as the Freshman Representative. You were really worried even though Greyson already gave you words of encouragement. As all of you went downstairs at the quadrangle…

Claire: So…

Nicole: What now?

William: Let’s talk about… uhmm…

Adrian: The SGA, on how we can help (YN).

You: I seriously can’t do this. I wouldn’t win! I don’t have any chance of winning! The other class’s representative is smarter than me.

Greyson: Yes you have a chance! You’re Mrs Chance, right?

All: *laughs* Yea!

You: I’m not in my mood, Greyson.

Greyson: Sorry. I’m just trying to cheer you up.

Claire: We nominate you because we know you can do it.

Nicole: We believe in you, I hope you also believe in yourself!

William: Everyone’s right. You’ll never know unless you try. And this is your chance.

Adrian: And we’re here to support you.

You: What if you’re in my situation? It’s easy to say, but hard to do. This is my first time, and I never planned of joining. Anyway, than-

Claire: Stop complaining (YN). You can do it.

Nicole: You are fearless. We know that you’ll win and rule the whole freshman students in your position. Okay?

You: Aside from having big responsibilities, I also don’t like the way we’ll campaign, the way that we’ll sing in front of the whole school during Miting De Avance.

Greyson: Let me help you with that.

You: What do you mean?

Greyson: *holds your chin* I’ll be your mentor in singing. –winks-

Claire: We’ll help you in campaigning.

William: I, Adrian, and Greyson will help you win. Just wait and see.

Nicole: I’ll choose your song and outfit.

You: *sighs* Fine. Okay. *smiles*

Greyson: Good! My angel’s sweetest & brightest smile showed up in her beautiful & angelic face!

All: *laughs*

In some kind of way, even small ways, your friends helped you to forget what’s inside of you. Worried. Nervous. Afraid. You can’t helped but you always feel them whenever being a candidate in SGA crossed your mind. Then suddenly, your serviced arrived.

As you reached home, you told your mom about what happened. And how your friends will help you for the upcoming Miting De Avance.

Mom: Really? Greyson will be your mentor in singing?

You: Yea. Unbelievable? *smiles*

Mom: Not much. Who knows, he also got mad piano skills too?

You: yea.

Mom: You know what; you really have a great set of friends. Or should I say, best friends.

You: Yea. They’re really great. They know how to encourage me.

Mom: Yea. Oh. Do your assignments now in your room

You: Okay.

As you went to your room, you do your assignments. But as usual, you’ll think of the SGA thing. On how you’ll win, on how will you tell the whole school that you can manage all of the Freshman students, on how will you sing in front of everyone on Miting De Avance which is really required and the whole school will watch you. You got tired of thinking about it all over again. So, you opened your laptop and saw a message on Facebook. You opened it and it was from Greyson.

Greyson: Hi my beautiful angel. Good evening. Always remember that you can win this. You can win as the Freshman Representative. That’s why we nominated you because we know you can do better than what you are doing in your class. We know you know what to do. We believe in you so I hope you also believe in yourself. Believe in what we say. Believe in what you say. Okay? Don’t worry about anything. Smile, my angel. So I can always see the sweetest smile in the world from the prettiest angel in the world. Okay? (:

As you finished reading his message, you were really touched. Greyson’s words were the sweetest. Especially, it came from him. You feel like you’re the happiest and prettiest girl alive. As you read his message for the second time, your heart beats so fast. Faster than your first read.

You: Greyson is really sweet. Well, I have to admit… I… I don’t have a crush on him anymore. I… I like him… I love him.