First Day Of School

Confessions

NOT EDITED!!!!!

Owen and I walked down the broad hall, hand in hand, and halted in front of a brown-red door. He turned the knob and stepped inside. He held the door open for me to walk in, which I did. He closed the door slowly and quietly before switching the switch on and the whole room was flooded with light in an instance.

He walked ahead of me and gently lied down on the bed. It was getting dark outside, and I didn't feel comfortable being alone in a room with a boy I rarely knew.

I sat down on the bed next to him, expecting him to begin conversation. Instead he stared at me the same way I stared at him, expectantly.

Even though it was probably a few minutes of us sitting in uncomfortable silence, it felt like an eternity. Sitting next to Owen wasn't something you did casually but you sort of felt lucky to be in the same room as one of the most chased after guys in the school. Nevermind in the same room, alone.

"You have pretty eyes" Owen finally broke the ice, which seemed unbreakable for a few moments there.

"Thanks, you too" I replied without thinking and face palmed myself for acting so dumb.

"Sorry! That was-"

"Adorable"

"Really?"

"Really."

"Do you think I'm adorable?"

"No"

"No?"

"I think you are beautiful!"

"Thank you"

"Anytime"

Our dialogue freezed for a moment, then I kept the ball rolling.

"So, there is something you wanted to tell me?" I ask.

"Right. Almost forgot about that" he sits upright on the bed and rests on the head board, I followed suite.

"I have a confession to make" he shyly admits which takes me by surprise.

"Yeah, what?" I ask eagerly.

"Well," he continues. "I think I might have a crush on someone" he admits and my heart begins to beat rapidly.

"Who?" Is all I manage to say between pants.

"I cant tell you that. But, I can tell you that it is someone in our group of friends" he whispers as if they are people present.

"Well, when are you planning on telling this person your feelings?" I question, my breathing becoming more jacked.

"I dont know yet" he says. "But I hope she picks up on the hints and signs"

With that he he hops of the bed and begins walking towards the maroonish door. He stops with the door slightly ajar and says "Abby, you should wear that crop top more often" and winks, leaving me in a room with a very weird atmosphere. I jump of the bed and leave the room, remembering to switch the lights off beforehand.

I skip down stairs and notice that there are less people around then from when Owen and I went upstairs. I immediately begin searching for my friends as we should get going.

I walk around the house for quite some time and I begin to panick.

What if they left without me? What if they thought I went missing and decided to look for me? What if they were the ones that were missing?

I quickly dismissed all the negative thoughts swirling in my mind and decide to the sensible thing, the thing a sober, sane person would do.

Call the Po-Po.