His fingers wrapped around my wrist. I stand there with a blank expression signaling a hundred thoughts slowly lifting my cheekbones.
"Hey," he says.
I take in steady breaths as my heart rate begins to rise. I stare into those gorgeous hazel brown eyes and respond, "Sup." Oh my, did I really just say 'sup'? That was what I came up with? As if I didn't picture this moment a million times in my head, why did the million and first time I say 'sup'? He gave a subtle laugh along with that addicting smirk. He was still holding my arm, but I wasn't complaining. He shrugged and lifted with an enlightened expression. Out of his back pocket, he pulled a bright orange Post-It note folded over twice. He placed it in the hand he so gently held, and walked away. I laughed to signal a positive response. My heart raced faster, almost as I felt my stomach drop. Unknowing of what it might say, I held it in shock. This might be the answer I was searching for.
A few months before, I was sure of my feelings. I was unsure of the future, and what it might hold, but I followed my heart. I decided to tell him. The night before I would, I spent hours picking out the perfect outfit in pure indecisiveness. Every minute came another thought of to not or to do.
I would rather live a life of oh wells, than full of what ifs.
The morning came. But I couldn't do it. With the support of Kennedy, my best friend, she tried to conquer my fear. I still, like the juvenile child I was, had to have her tell him. So she did.
He was cool about it. He's the type of guy who doesn't chase after girls, and hasn't even had a girlfriend. He wasn't always sure about the aspects a relationship entailed, but unsure of his feelings, he gave a halfhearted nod in confusion of what to say. Honestly, I couldn't have expected much more.
He handed me the note eight days after he initially found out. I trembled at the thought it could say his true feelings, But what if his true feelings were enough to crush everything I've tried so hard to establish? I grasped it even harder. I took a breath, closed my locker, and continued with my day.
