She spoke to me today.
As you know, we sit next to each other in Chem. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. For the first time, though, she was looking back at me.
The bell rings, I get up to leave and I’m stopped by a hand. The softest, warmest hand I’ve ever been touched by.
“Hey,” she says, “Michael?”
She remembers my name. Oh my God, does she remember my name.
“I was… You know, ladies choice is next week and I was wondering if you wanted to be my date?”
My heart didn’t skip a beat, diary. My heart stopped beating entirely.
I wish I could have played it cool, but I could feel my cheeks flooding red.
“Du- Yeah, of course!” I manage to sputter.
“Awesome! I’ll.. talk to you later, yeah?”
She departs, and I exhale.
I would pray to the Gods but it looks like my prayers have already been answered.
I just need to find something to wear.