A Little Big Crush

Uncertainty

After a few texts back and forth, Dinah didn't hear from him again. He was like every other guy who ever ghosted her, except that he was a persistent ghoster.

Until a year later when he texted her, wanting to talk again.

After that, he ghosted her again until the next year.What a letdown. She knew the drill: If a guy didn't text you for five days after a date, that's it. He lost interest. And that's exactly what happened except she had given him two weeks, hoping that the intense chemistry and imaginary fireworks exploding in her ear when he kissed her on the cheek meant something.

She guessed not. As she tapped on his number to delete it, she felt more angry than anything else. What a player.

Dinah didn't feel a single regret as his number and name disappeared from her phone from what she thought was forever.

"Okay, open up your books to page ninety-five. We are going to go over the specific battles of the Revolutionary War that you need to know for the test. It isn't easy, so get ready to take notes," Dinah said as she unscrewed the cap of her dry-erase marker and was getting ready to go through a lengthy and painful review for her fifth graders' test tomorrow.

Glancing at the clock, she only had 40 minutes to go through this. Taking into account student questions and clarifying any misunderstandings or misconceptions, she had to write definitions and draw visuals on the board fairly quickly before they had to go to lunch.

Ping.

Damn it. She forgot to silence her phone.

"Sorry, Excuse me," she said, as she put the marker down and went to click her phone on silent. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she saw she got a message through Facebook Messenger.

Facebook Messenger??

No one had sent her a message on Facebook for a couple of years. Actually, she didn't remember the last time she looked in it or updated anything on her profile. Though curiosity was killing her, she had twenty-something pairs of eyes staring at her, waiting for her to tell them what information they had to waste time this afternoon and night looking over with their parents before either passing or failing the exam tomorrow.

I'll look at it during my lunch break, she thought.

"Okay, who wants to start off by telling me the pros and cons of the British Army and Continental Army?"

Dinah smiled as more than ten arms shot up, ready to answer.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

"Awesome discussion guys. I know you'll do great on the test tomorrow," Dinah said, erasing the mess of writing and drawings she did on the board as her students, two by two, filed out of her classroom.

"See you at one. Have a good lunch."

The minute the last student walked out the door, Dinah organized her materials- putting out the science teacher manual on her desk for the afternoon's lesson, grabbed her lunch from the tiny fridge, and took out her phone.

She made sure first to take a huge bite of her chicken caesar salad before even looking at the message. Teachers only got forty minutes to have lunch at the most. And from experience, those forty minutes went by quicker than she would've liked. So multi-tasking it was.

As she opened up the Facebook Messenger app, her blood ran cold. There was a definite drop in the pit of her stomach, similar to the falling sensation one feels on a rollercoaster.

Dario.

After how years he writes to her? And on Facebook of all places. He must have searched for her.