Do You Love Me?

Chapter 2

At home i was on the phone with Julie while doing homework.

"I saw him in the hall, he didn't say anything to me."

"yeah, because you saw him, he didn't see you."

"oh well, i was late to class anyway."

"Rosalina, relax, just because he didn't see you doesn't mean he doesn't like you. I mean, you never even had a conversation with him. Cuz you're so chicken, bawk-bawk!"

"Juliene, shut the hell up. Before I scratch you."

"Hahaha, yeah okay.  I'm pretty sure chickens can scratch too."

"Oh my gosh, shut up! I going to block you."

"Sure you, will. Oh, my moms' calling me. Bye whore."

"Goodbye, slut."

She hung up first and she knows that annoys me. I picked up my pencil and resumed my bio homework.

"What the hell?" I glanced down at my notebook and noticed that I drew hearts with Rudy's name in all of them. I scoffed and erased them as much as I can.

I pulled out my journal for whenever I'm having feelings like this. Calling it a Diary is so third grade.

Dear Feelings Book,

Today my crush Rudy waved at me. I shouldn't be really happy because I was staring at him, and he caught me! I feel so embraced. Why me? Why did I have to like him? I'm a brown-skinned, black female. My hair isn't as slicked back or soft and long as the other races. It's kinky. I don't speak fluent Spanish neither can I swing my hips and dance the bachata. But, you bet I can twerk like Miley. I don't believe i'm the prettiest, or the coolest. But I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I can give you the world. But in reality, I'll give you my time, my love, and my appreciation. I don't like to be rejected. I've never really been rejected, it's more like we weren't a perfect match. However, that's just as bad as not having a nice or steady relationship. God, or whoever, please give me a boyfriend that will give the same effort into a relationship with me as I will, please let us love, love, love, until we die. Let me have a soulmate. Let me have everything i need in human form.

~R

My phone screen lit up, and it was a text from Julie.

J: Girl I found out some info that you'd like

R: what?? Tell meeee.

J: okay so Rudy is single. He's not talking to anyone and he's not really looking for a relationship, but you can change that.

R: how am I going to change that?

J: omg...BY TALKING TO HIM!!

R: no, i feel that it's too soon.

J: so wait. Wait until someone else's takes your spot, and you'll be sad as a puppy. Rose, you are too pretty to not shoot your shot and talk to this boy. You're wasting your time on this earth moping around and waiting for someone to come to you. Make your move!

R: but doesn't he not like black girls?

J: it doesn't matter to him. The girl just has to be everything he looks for.

R: hmm, sounds legit.

J: it is. If you don't do something I will. Bc I'm trying to get with one of this friends lol.

R: Jesus Christ, jul

J: what? I'm making a move, what are you doing, girl?

R: shut up, thx for telling me, bye xo

J: np, bye and remember what I said.

Okay. I'm gonna tell him. Not over text, I'm going to write him a nice cute letter. I'm going to tell him that I'm crushing on him and that I find him interesting and handsome.

*The Next Day*

"Locker number 374." I murmured to myself as the searched for the number. Rudy was at soccer practice so I know he'll come back to his locker today. I know, it's cliche for a Hispanic boy to play soccer. I spotted it then approached it slowly. I took the folded up letter out of my pocket and checked my surroundings. The coast was clear so I slipped it through the opening at the bottom, so it looked like I was picking up something I dropped on the ground.

I took a deep breath and hurried out of the school.

You did it, Rose.