Hey, do you like me? - True Crush story

Hey, do you like me? - Part 5

<Sorry I didn't update sooner, ugh, homeworkkkk~~!!>

"H..hey, thanks!" It was the end of Spanish class, and I was about to leave the classroom when I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I turned around to face Reina, she was blushing, I mean her cheeks were always rosy pink so I couldn't tell if she was blushing. She was fidgeting with her sweater sleeve. Seeing her shy and hesitate, made me shy as well, for some reason. I never knew the side effects of love was contagious. 

"F..for what?" I asked, trying to act cool. 

"Uh, for making me feel better, y'know about my, uh, hamster," she said her cheeks getting redder than usual. She was definitely blushing. Great, she realized that I was making fun of Jonah on purpose, I didn't know what to say. Should I be nice and say "Your welcome" or should I joke around some more? As I was thinking of what to say, her friends came rushing towards Reina. They started to talk to her and carried her away to her next class before I was able to reply. Reina turned towards me one last time and was taken away with her friends. 

During math class, I thought of what I could say to her in English. Then, 10 minutes before class ended, an idea popped up in my head. I ripped a piece of paper from my notebook, and scribbled down, 

"Why is love so hard?" 

I wrote so that my handwriting wouldn't look like mine, somewhat cursive-like handwriting. As the bell rang I folded the piece of paper and I dashed to Reina's locker before she could get to her locker first. I checked if anyone was coming, then I slipped the piece of paper through a slit in her locker. I didn't expect an answer, I just wanted her to wonder who wrote her the note. 

I stood in the halls, waiting for Reina to approach her locker, eager to see her reaction. In the crowd of people, I spotted her dark wavy hair. I watched her as she opened her locker and the note fluttered out of her locker. She picked it up and opened it. My heart kept on beating hard as she started to read it. After reading it, she looked up and searched around the hallways, she wasn't smiling, but her dimples were shown. I smiled to myself and left for lunch. 

The bell rang for the last period, English. I breathed deeply, as I entered the class. I saw Reina sitting beside my desk. She was writing down something in her notebook. 

"Hey," I said as I settled my things on my desk. Reina slammed her notebook closed when I sat down in my seat. She shoved her notebook in her desk and stuttered,

"H..hi!" I peered down at her desk, wondering what she was hiding. 

"What'cha got in there?" I asked as I pointed at her desk.

"Nothin," she stated, her cheeks getting red once more. 

"Really? If it were nothing, then you wouldn't have shoved your notebook in there," I explained, looking sly. I was cooking up a plan. Reina's cheeks were hot pink, as her eyes filled with panic. I reached from under her arm and stuck my hand inside her desk. Spotting my hand in her desk, she slapped my hand, but I didn't draw my hand back. I searched for her notebook, as I tried to feel her notebook. Just then I touched her hand. I felt her hand clenched to her notebook. I pulled my hand back, but I didn't take my hand out from her desk. I approached her notebook, then I touched her hand again. 

Then without thinking, I placed my entire hand on top of hers and left it there for a solid 4 seconds. Her hand was soft and small in my hands. Underneath my hand, I felt her hand's coldness. My hand was relatively warm, so it was as if I was warming her hand. After that 4 seconds, I pulled my hand away from hers and settled my hand on my lap. Then my consciousness came back to life. I finally realized what I'd done. I was screaming "What have you done, you idiot?" in my head. I felt my ears heat up. I couldn't look at her, I was too embarrassed, I didn't know what she was going to do.

Class started and we just sat there in silence. Usually, we would have whispered conversations or passed notes and fooled around during class. Not today. I kept on glancing towards her, her eyes were always fixed on her notebook, taking notes for the class. But her cheeks were cherry blossom pink. The hand I touched was nestled on her lap. English class ended with us not speaking.

I sighed to myself as I walked towards my locker. I bet if I hadn't touched her, we would've talked and had fun like we always do, I thought to myself. Instant regret. I unlocked my locker and opened it. A piece of paper gently fluttered out and settled itself on the floor. Curious, I picked it up and unfolded it.

"Because it's one in seven billion, finding the perfect one," it read.