A Note, A Boy, An EmotionI paced along the empty hallway for several minutes. Back and forth. His locker was to the right of the the hallway, and I nervously glanced at it. My eyes flittered from the door at the end of the hall, and back to the locker, hoping no one would see what I may or may not do. My right hand was shoved in my jeans' pocket, clutching a small note. I scowled as I tried to make up my mind. My options seemed to fly through my mind.
Lay the note in his locker, let him know exactly how I feel, and possibly letting the entire school know as well. I gulped at that thought.
Or, I can let it go. Never tell him, never let anyone know. But a small voice whispered in my mind, and I couldn't ignore it, "But you [i]want[/i] to know..."
It was true. I did want to know. I did not want to leave this school without knowing. My time was limited. I was due to be transferred to a nearby school February 15. Tomorrow. In the middle of third quarter. Terrible timing, if you ask me, but alas, no one did ask me. I sighed. [i]Today is supposed to be the most romantic day of the year. Anything can happen[/i] I tried to convince myself. I turned to face the locker that was causing me such grief. I raised my left wrist, and tried to figure the time. 7:35. I began to panic. The teachers would be coming soon. I threw a nervous glance to each side of the hallway and quickly made up my mind.
That day went by terribly slow. I saw him in Math class, third hour. Slowly, lunch came around, and I was distracted so much, I barely ate the decent school meal. My friends even noticed my silence and lack of appetite, but I blamed it on a stomach ache. By seventh hour I began to regret my decision. I saw the boy once more, History class. I caught his eye once, but he looked away quickly. There seemed to be something in his eyes, but I'm in 'like' so who knows. Might be my heart playing tricks on my eyes. Finally the end of the day neared, and I grabbed my back and rushed out the doors of the school. I hurried towards the school bus, still unsure of my decision. I didn't want to see him, I didn't want to rethink my decision. As I got to the steps of the bus, I felt something tug on my bag. I whipped my head to the side, to see who was messing with my bag. I only saw the back of his head. I looked the other way, no one was there. I looked back towards my crush, but he didn't look back, kept walking away. I struggled with my thoughts as I found a seat. I looked at the sides of my bag, and in the pocket for water bottles I found a small note.
"Do you love me? Do you wanna be my friend?
'Cause if you do; don't be afraid to take my hand,
I think this is how love goes,
check yes or no." [u]Country Song; Check Yes or No, by George Strait[/u]
I smiled and wished I'd given him my note. But it turned out, I didn't need to. I wrote 'definitely' over the word 'yes' and circled it. I pleaded with the bus driver to let me off, even though we were all ready in the middle of town. He only let me, when I told him it was for love. I ran, with my heavy book bag thudding behind me. I ran three blocks up to his front door. I leapt up the three steps to the door, but before I could knock, he opened it and smiled. I was out of breath, but he understood.