Petrichor

Two Little Dicky Birds

This was the second week and he still hadn't noticed me. I groaned in frustration as I tried to concentrate on the sum I was doing and not think about how babelicious he looked in the olive green t shirt. It wasn't my fault that he had decided to get a haircut today itself; I swear I had studied the chapter; the sum had to be wrong.

After the class ended all I wanted was to get away from that place and run back to my house. And I had to run away from before I could catch him laughing with the other girls and not even looking at me. I couldn't believe I was behaving like some lovesick, attention seeking teenager, but I couldn't help it. I was crushing on him too hard.

I packed my books and was just about to walk out when one of our madams walked in with a bundle of sheets in her hand. The whole class gave an audible groan as she instructed us to get back to our seats because she had to distribute our test schedules. I rolled my eyes so hard I could almost see the back of my skull; I wanted to go back home so bad.

I went to the last bench and sat there, and pulled out my phone. She was still at the first row and it would take her forever to reach me. I was going through my messages when I felt someone looming over me. Thinking she had already reached my bench I quickly put my phone away and looked up, only to find Ray standing near me. I almost felt my heart jumping up to my throat and I swallowed absentmindedly in an attempt to make it go down again. "Yeah? You want something?" I pretended like I couldn't care less about the fact that he had actually acknowledged my existence. I think my heart was now in my stomach.

He frowned and licked his lips. "Yes, uh, hi. Can I have your number?"

I think my brain died there. Because I remember responding to that with the maturity of a full grown gold fish, opening and closing my mouth repeatedly. And my heart; oh the poor thing was stuck at my feet now. I slowly nodded my head, trying to put on a wise expression, not trying to be desperate, like my crush didn't just ask me my number. "Sure."

After we exchanged our numbers, ma'am came over to us and handed us the schedules. I dashed out of the classroom, not bothering to see if he was waiting for me or not, because I was not going to let him see my tomato face.

The first thing I did once I reached home was to learn how to breathe again, and then threw myself on the bed with my phone. It took all my willpower to not to text him immediately, but apparently my willpower wasn't enough. I ended up texting him at night, after spending a solid hour pondering if 'Hi' was too casual or 'Hello' was too formal. I settled for an 'Oi'.

He was online, and his reply came almost immediately. "Hey."

Why was there a full stop? Was I being too informal and he wanted things to be serious?

Me: "When did you reach home?"

Him: "An hour and a half ago."

That's it? Won't you ask me the same?

Him: typing...

Him: What about you?

Oh.

Me: Same. Have you finished your homework?

Oh boy, am I being too boring? I don't think anyone likes to talk about their homework as soon as they return from their classes.

Him: Nope, I'm too tired.

What do I say what do I say what do I say what do I say

Me: Same

HONESTLY I HAVE A BETTER VOCABULARY THAN THAT WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME

Me: So, what's up?

Please don't be that "ceiling" type of guy please please please