Am I Okay? [Incomplete]

Chapter 2

This day has seemed to drag along, it's lunch and I'm sat where I normally am, the middle seat of our little section of the table. They're all always confused as to why I like to sit in the middle, some assume it's because I like being the centre of attention. Which isn't true, I like sitting here because I feel involved and that way I actually get included in conversation, otherwise I just feel pushed out.

The bell rings and "saved by the bell" I think. Bella was talking to me about her "extra curricular activities" which make me feel really uncomfortable because it usually results in her ending up worrying about being pregnant or she's hung over at school.

I walk to my last lesson, double checking to make sure I go to the right lesson. English literature, this should be interesting. I'm not amazing at English, but it is a subject I like, I walk in and see no one I get along with, until Liam emerges from behind someone, the teacher tells us to choose our seats. I walk up to him and ask if he would mind me sitting next to him. "Of course I wouldn't" He replies quickly.

The lesson just seems to fly by, he's not like anyone I've ever met. He actually cares. He offers to walk home with me which I accept because it would be nice for the company.

The bell rings after what seems like minutes rather than an hour and we set off to make our way home. All the way home we talk about common interests and it's kind of a shame when he has to leave. I'm about to turn to continue walking away but he grabs my arm and I turn to him
"Oh, I'm sorry did you want a goodbye?" I ask sarcastically
"Yeah actually I did" He responds pulling me closer to him. I'm scared of what he will do, I don't know how to react so I just go with it. He hugs me and asks me for my number, so, without saying anything I take a sharpie out of my pocket and write it on his hand.
"So you'll never forget it." I giggle, "text me"
"I will" He replies

I continue walking home with the brightest smile on my face on ages, when I get home I expect the normal routine, which is what I get.
"How was your first day of year 10?" My mum asked.
"You know what? It was actually really good, I had no trouble other than a small panic attack this morning, but I've made friends with someone."
"Tell me about them."
I told her everything about how he helped me this morning and how he made me think about everything other than my issues with anxiety.
"Sounds like you've developed a little crush," is all she responds with, which got me thinking, have I?