Genre: Teen
My heart was pounding. My hands were sweating so much I had to wipe them on my jeans. I stared at the words I'd just written on the hastily torn piece of notebook paper: Will you go with me to prom?
It was now or never. I folded the sheet of paper until it was a small triangle. The teacher's voice was a muffled, far-away sound behind the pulsing of blood near my ear drums. I looked across the aisle at Jacquelyn sitting at the front of her row. Her chin up - concentrating, focused. Her dark hair made an undulating line that pointed my eyes down her back, across her hips, down the smooth skin of her caramel legs. How would I get it to her? Would she say, "yes"? Did she know my name? Did she know I had left the flowers at her locker the week before, or her favorite candy (skittles) the week before that?
"If you don't try, you'll regret it. You'll drown in a sea of what-ifs," I heard my older and much wiser sister's voice on repeat in my head. I felt a twitch in my shoulder, only to look down and see my arm tossing the note toward Jacquelyn. Traitor! What the hell was it-
"Mitchell." The teacher speaking my name was like a gun going off. Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Mr. Roberts was holding the folded paper. I was very, very present in this moment. My mouth went dry. "And, for whom was this missive intended?" asked Mr. Roberts.
Think fast, Mitchell. I looked around the room. Trash can. Desk. Flag. You can do this. Chalk board. Textbook. Backpack. She'll never say "yes" like this. Computer. Window. Window. Can I jump out the window? Think! Pencil sharpener. Periodic Table. Notebook. Ralph Winslow. "Ralph Winslow!" I stammered. Ralph Winslow? Ralph, the school bully, one time he pushed you down the bleachers and you had a sprained ankle, Winslow?
Mr. Roberts casually tossed the paper triangle onto Ralph's desk and continued with his lecture. My whole body went slack with relief. There was still a chance with Jacquelyn. I just had to get the note from Ralph before he-
Ralph had the note open in front of him. He looked me in the eyes, all the way into the bottoms of whatever shoes my soul happened to be wearing.
"Sure," he said.
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Cassidy Savidi (CassidySavidi) is the author of several books/stories including:
7 Minutes In Heaven
Red Planet, Blue Blood
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