Tuesday aka The Day: I forgot my phone. How the hell am I going to text him? I think frantically during 3rd period, 10 minutes before the bell for lunch rings.
My stomach churns uncomfortably, flipping and rolling and twisting, forcing me to bite my tongue.
Relax, Dylan, you've got this. It's just lunch. It's just lunch. I repeat to myself over and over, drilling it into my skull.
Needless to say, it doesn't work.
When the bell finally rangs, I step out of the class at a leisurely pace, stalling to see if he would show in the hallway (our classes are relatively close). I frown, where was he? I let the flow of the crowd push me towards the doors, eyes flickering, ears alert, waiting. No sign of the short little blonde boy taking me to lunch.
I meander around at the top of the ramp leading to the senior lot, talking to friends whilst silently fretting about being forgotten. Even after five minutes of aimlessly wandering around like an idiot, I still haven't spotted him.
I eye the cross country hang out area by one of the benches. Meh, I know most of them. So, I walk cautiously over to where the herd stands, laughing like guys do.
I approach Chris, who I know the best, and say, "Hey. Our lunch thingy is supposed to be today but I forgot my phone so I can't text him."
Dan overhears me telling this to Chris and asks, "Who do you want to text?"
I respond, "Nik."
"Nik ___?"
I nod, half smiling. "Yeah."
"Want me to call him for you?"
I shrug, acting nonchalant but feeling like I failed in that act. "Sure. That'd be great."
Dan calls him up immediately. "Heyy, you left this pretty girl here all by herself. You're supposed to go to lunch, where are you??"
Nik responds quickly on the other end of the line. Dan says something that I don't catch and then snaps his phone shut. "He's coming."
"Cool."
I commence a brief conversation with Chris, half my mind on Nik and his delayed approach. I sneakily glance towards the ramp and then pause when I see the familiar short blonde hair and small stature. He's hardly taller than I, I muse as he treks up the ramp.
My stomach churns uncomfortably, flipping and rolling and twisting, forcing me to bite my tongue.
Relax, Dylan, you've got this. It's just lunch. It's just lunch. I repeat to myself over and over, drilling it into my skull.
Needless to say, it doesn't work.
When the bell finally rangs, I step out of the class at a leisurely pace, stalling to see if he would show in the hallway (our classes are relatively close). I frown, where was he? I let the flow of the crowd push me towards the doors, eyes flickering, ears alert, waiting. No sign of the short little blonde boy taking me to lunch.
I meander around at the top of the ramp leading to the senior lot, talking to friends whilst silently fretting about being forgotten. Even after five minutes of aimlessly wandering around like an idiot, I still haven't spotted him.
I eye the cross country hang out area by one of the benches. Meh, I know most of them. So, I walk cautiously over to where the herd stands, laughing like guys do.
I approach Chris, who I know the best, and say, "Hey. Our lunch thingy is supposed to be today but I forgot my phone so I can't text him."
Dan overhears me telling this to Chris and asks, "Who do you want to text?"
I respond, "Nik."
"Nik ___?"
I nod, half smiling. "Yeah."
"Want me to call him for you?"
I shrug, acting nonchalant but feeling like I failed in that act. "Sure. That'd be great."
Dan calls him up immediately. "Heyy, you left this pretty girl here all by herself. You're supposed to go to lunch, where are you??"
Nik responds quickly on the other end of the line. Dan says something that I don't catch and then snaps his phone shut. "He's coming."
"Cool."
I commence a brief conversation with Chris, half my mind on Nik and his delayed approach. I sneakily glance towards the ramp and then pause when I see the familiar short blonde hair and small stature. He's hardly taller than I, I muse as he treks up the ramp.
