Blinded by Perfection

32- Saved By the Concussion

Chapter 32 | Saved By the Concussion

Question of the chapter (qotc): What is your favorite color? I'm like Kirsten, I like pink.

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It feels like my eyes practically bulge out of my head at the preposterous question. Did he seriously just ask me to be his girlfriend, or did I just imagine the whole scene? Knowing my luck, probably the latter.

"W-what did you say?" I stammer stupidly, leaning my right ear towards him so I can clearly comprehend what he's trying to ask me.

The world seems to violently shake around me as I get ready for something other than what I hope to withdraw from his mouth.

"I asked if you would want to be my girlfriend," he repeats. Straightaway the tilting enviornment halts before my eyes as I comprehend that yes, I in fact heard him right and that yes, he want's to be my boyfriend.

Before I can stop them, a miniscule fit of ironic giggles escape my freshly smiling mouth. Chance's mouth morphs into a frown, for he must be certain I'm directing my laughing at his question, though I'm not. I simply cannot believe the absurdity of the situation.

The perfect guy is asking me, the clumsy and loser of a girl. It almost seems too good to be true, but it's happening, right here and right now. It might be a little spontaneous, but. . .

Maybe I like spontaneous.

"Yes!" I cry out in an euphoric fashion, my two rows of teeth showcased in my lightened mood.

His amber eyes sparkle proudly at my acceptance, making them glint a great amount so they seem auriferous. His frown and disappointed reaction at my potential rejection from before instantly disappates, leaving a broad smile on his lips.

We both stare at each other like idiots for a good ten seconds, drinking in the others presence. I'm perfectly fine with this, but I figure it will look extremely weird to spectators if we continue for much longer. Thank the heavens he snapped out of the trance too and started a conversation. My mind is a jumble of thoughts, so me actually initiating the topics to speak of isn't the best idea.

We discuss about the most random things for about an hour, each of us stalling to leave by adding another exotic topic to the list of things we talk about. Unfortunately, the place gets too packed during our intense debate on fast a Grizzly runs, so we have to leave so someone can have our table.

As we push the heavy doors open and step on the cement outside to go our separate ways, he stops me with a heavy hand on my shoulder. "See you at school?" He asks in a sweet tone, a small smile on his face as he gazes down at me.

"See ya," I agree, nodding my head in farewell before merrily skipping in the direction of my house.

I curse not having my own car to drive in times like these, where I have to walk multiple blocks. All I want to do is screech in excitement and blast the radio. But in contrast, the silence gives me a good amount of time to digest the reality of today.

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"And then what? What did you say?!" Asks an eager Taylor, who plays out her excitement for me by roughly grabbing onto my arm with one hand and shaking it back and forth like a dog might. Even though I should be scared out of my wits she took her hand off the steering wheel to do this, I'm ironically not.

I've wore a ginormous smile on my face ever since yesterday. Nothing has affected my happy mood in the slightest during the last eighteen hours, not even me spilling my Cheerios on the floor this morning due to my clumsiness. Normally, a waste of food like that would've at least left me irritated to no end.