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The Prize

“So listen,” I said, my stomach going ice cold with nervousness. “I know you and Sarah have been going out for a while but there’s some stuff I need to tell you.”

He crinkled his eyes at me and brushed the little anime droop of hair out of his eyes. I nearly melted.

“Yeah?” He said. I must have been staring too long.

“Right. Um.” I had a prepared speech but now it all fluttered away from me like a cloud of butterflies. This always happens.

“Well…” I stared down at my feet. Oh my adorable pink shoes, please save me! I clicked the heels together reflexively. “Do you remember when you first asked Sarah out? It was in the hall after lunch, and I was there with her.”

“Yeah, I remember.” He said. “You were glaring at me. I almost ran away.”

“Well, I just wanted you to know that I am very happy for the two of you.”

“But I thought you hated me?”

“Well, I was pretty pissed when you asked her out, but here’s why.” I handed him the sheet of note paper with my poem.

“It’s about you.”

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