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The next day, Daniel avoided my gaze during class, his usual focus on the teacher’s lecture faltering every time I so much as shifted in my seat. I couldn’t help but smile to myself, the memory of last night making my cheeks warm. When the bell rang, I caught up to him in the hallway. “Hey, Daniel,” I said, nudging his arm.
He stopped, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh, uh, hey.”
“Relax,” I said with a laugh. “You’re acting like I asked you to solve world hunger.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, adjusting his glasses. “I’m just… not used to this.” “This?”
“You, um… liking me.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper. I stepped closer, ignoring the flow of students around us. “Well, you’d better get used to it. What are you doing after school?” “Uh, nothing planned,” he said cautiously. “Perfect. Come over again. I need your help with something else.”
When Daniel showed up that evening, he looked nervous but determined, carrying a small notebook in case I threw another math problem at him. I opened the door and smiled. “Relax, no math tonight.”
“Then what are we doing?” he asked, stepping inside. “You’ll see,” I said, leading him upstairs. This time, when he entered my room, he didn’t linger awkwardly by the door. He sat on the edge of my bed like he’d been here before—though he still looked like he wasn’t sure what he’d signed up for.
“I wanted to thank you,” I said, sitting beside him. “For what?” “For being patient with me. For… just being you.” He shifted, his cheeks flushing. “You don’t have to thank me for that.” “Maybe not. But I want to.”
Before he could respond, I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a small box.
“What’s that?” he asked.
I leave the rest for your own imaginations hehe. I don’t want to tell the whole story which is in my mind cause I don’t want to sound like an underfuvked bith
He stopped, looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Oh, uh, hey.”
“Relax,” I said with a laugh. “You’re acting like I asked you to solve world hunger.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, adjusting his glasses. “I’m just… not used to this.” “This?”
“You, um… liking me.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper. I stepped closer, ignoring the flow of students around us. “Well, you’d better get used to it. What are you doing after school?” “Uh, nothing planned,” he said cautiously. “Perfect. Come over again. I need your help with something else.”
When Daniel showed up that evening, he looked nervous but determined, carrying a small notebook in case I threw another math problem at him. I opened the door and smiled. “Relax, no math tonight.”
“Then what are we doing?” he asked, stepping inside. “You’ll see,” I said, leading him upstairs. This time, when he entered my room, he didn’t linger awkwardly by the door. He sat on the edge of my bed like he’d been here before—though he still looked like he wasn’t sure what he’d signed up for.
“I wanted to thank you,” I said, sitting beside him. “For what?” “For being patient with me. For… just being you.” He shifted, his cheeks flushing. “You don’t have to thank me for that.” “Maybe not. But I want to.”
Before he could respond, I reached into my desk drawer and pulled out a small box.
“What’s that?” he asked.
I leave the rest for your own imaginations hehe. I don’t want to tell the whole story which is in my mind cause I don’t want to sound like an underfuvked bith
