All the Ways to Tell You

Notes

(Grey's POV)
~From before lunch~

Corrie hurried on to her French class and Grey ran over to Kuyper and Nick. "Dude, I thought you were gonna ask her to the movies?" Said Nick, who had gotten his hat back and was putting his hand Kuypers forehead, holding him back. Kuyper was running at Nick with his arms flailing, but Nick's hand was holding Kuyper in place. "I know I was gonna!" Whined Grey, smacking his head with his palm. "But...I don't know...movies are too-extreme." He said, shrugging. "Maybe another time. Ugh I should have just-ugh! I'm such a wiiiiiimp!" Kuyper smacked Nick's arm away and stood up strait. "Aw come one dude! At least she's coming over to your house. That's something. You can ask her to the movies tomorrow." Grey fiddled with the end of his shirt. "Tomorrow? That seems too soon. Mm... I'll ask Emily, she's a girl."
      At lunch, Grey walked over to eat at Corrie's table. He boasted about his improvement in the Battle Royale game, and him and Corrie joked and laughed. After lunch, him and Corrie had History together. Mr. Croft, the history teacher, was showing a slideshow on World War II and Corrie seemed very interested and invested in the slideshow. Grey looked around the room. A few people were taking notes, some were drawing, uninterested in the slideshow, and others had their phones under the desk, texting, playing a game, etc. Grey opened his history notebook and started drawing. He doodled cats, planes, cars, and boxes.
      Grey soon got bored of doodling and tore off a piece of paper. He wrote "I love you Corrie. Wanna go on a date?" On it and folded it up. He looked from the paper to Corrie several times, then crumpled it up and stuffed it into his pocket. No no. That's stupid. He tore off another piece. "I like you a lot," he wrote, "Wanna go to the movies with me?" Again, he crumpled this up and put it in his pocket. "Hey, I'm a big idiot that doesn't know how to talk to girls. Date me?" He scrawled on another torn piece of paper. He slapped his head and shoved it in his pocket.
      Grey sighed and took his phone out, hiding it in a book under his desk. He was about to start playing a game when he felt like someone was watching him. He looked up and Corrie was looking at him. He cocked his head as to say "what?" She shook her head, like she was coming out of a daze. She blushed a little and looked startled that he was staring at her. He made a goofy face and she muffled a snicker. She looked down and saw that he was on his phone. She gave him a stern look, pursed her lips, and tilted her head, making her have a "mom look." Her expression said "And what the hell do you think you're doing with your phone out in class, mister?" He rolled his eyes and reluctantly put his phone into his beat up backpack. His backpack had a bunch of marbles printed on it and he's had it for years.
Corrie went back to watching the slideshow and taking notes, and Grey tapped his feet with boredom. He drummed his pencil silently on his binder. Grey tore off another piece of paper, bigger than the last and wrote "Corrie, I love you. I have and always will. You are smart, funny, pretty, and unique. I wouldn't want or need anyone else but you." He smiled and folded it neatly and put it in his binder.