The ride home was as lively as our town's graveyard. I was glued to the door the entire time, ready to jump out the minute we got to my house or just in case he decided to bring up what Dream Hero had had no problem discussing. I clutched the door handle like it was a lifeline and prayed it wouldn't result in me jumping out of a moving car.
Hero didn't seem to notice.
It was clear that his mind was somewhere else. He didn't try to talk to me like he had done back in class which was good because all that I could think about was the fact that he had friendzoned me and that he had gotten Melissa's name wrong.
I wanted to correct him so bad that I just—
"It's Melissa." I blurted out the minute I got out of the car. "The girl Donovan's with, her name is Melissa. Not Melinda."
"Okay? Potato Tomato." was his response. He looked at my hand that was still clutching the car door before looking back at me. "Can I go now?"
"It's actually," I chuckled nervously, letting go of the door. "It's, um, tomato—Potato Potato and Tomato Tomato but I get your confusion—"
"Harley."
"Hm?"
"Close the door." He muttered and I scrambled to do just that before rushing to get inside so that I could scream into my pillow at how ridiculous I had just been."Harley." He called out once more and I screeched to a halt like an unoiled robot, waiting for him to speak.
"Check your messages once in a while." He mumbled. "Otherwise exchanging numbers would be pointless, wouldn't it?"
He drove off, leaving me standing out on my lawn in shock and disbelief, a budding hope rising in my chest.
Slowly, as if someone would snatch it away if I wasn't careful, a smile bloomed onto my face, a new emotion swirling in my gut. It felt like anxiety except in a good way. Is there such a thing as good anxiety?
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