Do You Love Me?

Chapter 3

This past weekend, all I could think about was him. His features, his personality, his lifestyle. I'd see him in the hall like 10 times a day. Funny how when you like someone, you notice them more in the hallway than when you weren't attracted to them. I even saw him at the supermarket and I tried to avoid him as much as possible.

Now it's Monday morning and I'm currently stuffing my face with a bacon egg and cheese bagel, which I say as 'beggoneggancheese'. All of my friends know I'm a fatty, and I like my meals drenched with sauce. Ketchup, mayonnaise, honey mustard, you name it.

"Rose! Rose!" I heard Julie call my name like Jack from the Titanic movie.

"What?" I spoke with my mouth full. Julie looked at me in disgust and quickly discarded that thought.

"I heard Rudy and his amigos talking about you!"

"Okay just because he's hispanic, does not mean you have to try to speak Spanish for everything."

"Um, did you forget I'm half Cuban?" Julie asked, sounding quite offended.

"No I never forget details about my best friends. Now you tell me why you came running towards me for."

"Okay, so he was talking about you and said how you gave him a letter instead of talking to him, which is what I was wondering too. He also mentioned that you were cute."

I smiled and motioned my hand to tell her to continue.

"But then they started talking about this girl, Ana, and how she's all over him."

My face went from happy to annoyed really quick. I don't like Ana. She's a whore and is so immature, I can't stand her. Goddamn freshman for a second year in a row.

"You know how she is. She gets what she wants and she might end up making him like her, so you better hurry and break the ice even more, Ro."

I shrugged my shoulders and huffed.

"Why can't he talk to meeee? I don't want to make the first move."

"If you keep acting like this, he won't be yours." Julie told me while stealing a piece of my bagel.

"Fine. I will. But when I see him later today." I answered as a took a bite of my breakfast.

*Later On That Day*

I sashayed down the corridor with pride and I could feel people looking at me, or even taking a glance. I saw him and headed right towards him. The annoying part is that Ana was right there, flirting with him. Ugh. I hope she's telling him about the diseases she has.

"Hi, Rudy."

"Oh hey, babe." He smirked and hugged me by my waist. I blushed at the word 'babe'.

Relaaaaxxx, he does that to every girl. Make you the only girl he he hugs like that.

"Um, can I speak with you?" I asked nervously, anxious to what his answer was going to be.

He nodded and told Ana he'll talk to her later. I hope he doesn't.

"So, what's up?" He smiled as a way to calm me down.

Unable to make eye contact with him, I fumbled with my words and looked down at my clammy hands.

"That letter I put in your locker, I wrote it because.. I'm not good with situations like this. I'm not very good with speaking in person."

While talking to Rudy, I tried to look at him every few seconds. He wouldn't take him eyes off of me which made me highly strung. I felt him examine my every move, and the way I interact. It almost felt like he was studying me. Here he is standing still as a soldier, while I'm freaking about because I'm actually talking to my crush.

"Yeah I read your letter. To be honest, I thought it was cute, well sweet. And you uh, kinda wrote it on the same page as your journal entry." He chuckled.

Oh no! I did not even notice I wrote it on the same page. How could I have not seen that?! He read everything, from me writing about my insecurities to saying how I can't bachata, but can twerk like Miley. Agh, I'm so embarrassed.

"You read everything??" I groaned and facepalmed. He snorted and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"It's alright, Rosalina. You have a beautiful name, by the way."

He likes my name!!!

I thanked him and crossed one foot over the over. "Can I have my letter back, please?"

"No. I'm most definitely keeping it from now on. And I'm keeping an eye on you, too." He pointed his finger at me.

Me? Ferdinand Rudy Diaz wants to keep an eye on me? I feel like the chosen one. This couldn't get any better.

"Look at me." His hazel eyes stared into my dark brown ones. I bit my lip trying to hide my smile.

"You are too pretty to feel insecure about yourself. And race doesn't matter to me, I could care less. All girls are beautiful. I'll see you later, okay?" He waved and gave me that beautiful smile of his then walked into his class. After that, I couldn't stop grinning.

What just happened? I need to scream.