February 3, 2006.
The day went on as usual, but Brad seemed…nervous. Had since the day previous. Which was odd. I’d told him I liked him weeks ago, and he had reciprocated. What was there to be nervous about?
I knew what was coming. In the last note he had written, “There’s something I want to ask you…”
I had replied, “Well do it! Can’t you trust me?”
We walked toward gym, as the days of health class had ended. Just before I was about to reach for the handle of the girls’ locker room, he handed me a note with my name on it. A daily occurence.
But this one was different.
My stomach flipped over, and I dreaded reading it.
“It’s not that I can’t trust you. You’re a girl, you don’t have to deal with this kind of thing!
Alright. I was kind of wondering if you would maybe want to go out with me sometime?”
I walked, stunned, to my locker, and plopped down on the bench. My friends all crowded around and read the note.
“What are you going to say?” They asked.
What indeed.
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