First Bell, First Crush

Previously

…And then I remembered. I remembered the way she’d laughed at my terrible jokes, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her favorite books, the way she’d looked at me that first day in English class. All of it couldn’t have been a lie. Could it? The insecurity, the fear, they were still there, a cold knot in my stomach. But beneath them, a flicker of something else was starting to stir. A desperate need to know. To understand. To finally, finally, clear the air. I took a deep breath, and started walking towards her. The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in days, I felt a fragile sense of resolve. I had to know.