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I am in Mr. Hanson's eight period English class. This is the last class of the day. I can't wait to get out of it and hang out with my friends May and Anthony. It always seems so normal every Friday and I kinda just want something exciting to happen. Not always though. The bell rings and I walk out the door. I happen to bump into someone on the way out the door. That someone is the someone that I have had my eyes on since freshman year. That someone is none other than Kevin Hends. The hottest guy in our grade. The guy I, like I said, have had my eyes on since freshman year. Three years ago. "I'm so sorry." I quickly say. "It's fine." Kevin says. "Oliver, right?" He knows my name! "Uh, yeah." I say awkwardly. "Oliver Stan." I say trying to sound a little more confident. "Kevin Hends." He says as he shakes my hand. I hold my breath as to not say, 'I know'. "Nice to meet you." Kevin says. My heart flutters. I had no idea how it felt to talk to your crush for the first time. "Nice to meet you too." I say as he walks away. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"There you are!" I feel a hand on my shoulder. It is Anthony. He is followed by May. "We were waiting for you by the exit." He continues. "Was that Kevin Hends?" May asks. I blush and nod. "Oh, my God!" May exclaims. I shrug. "It was no big deal." I lie. "Oliver we know you are lying. We know you have had a crush on Kevin Hends since freshman year." Anthony says. I inhale and exhale slowly. "He talked to me and I talked back." I say slowly. I walk towards the exit with my friends following behind me.

"Oliver, this is a big deal. Our crushes almost never talk to us let alone introduce and shake hands." May says as Anthony drives us to his house. "It is a huge fucking deal!" I yell. "He fucking introduced himself after I slammed into him after class." I breathe. "He talked to me." I say breathlessly.

We reach Anthony's and walk through his front door and up to his bedroom. "I still can't believe Kevin talked to you and Jessica Wilson won't even look at me." Anthony complains. "Maybe you just need to walk into her on the way out of class." I suggest. He groans and falls back on his bed. "I really don't know why he talked to me though." I say. "Maybe he likes you?" May ventures. "Maybe he does." I say. I lay back on the bedroom floor. "Or maybe he doesn't. Do we even know if he is gay?" I ask sitting up quickly. May shrugs her shoulders. Anthony gives a sound that sounds like an 'I don't know'. "Should I ask him?" I say. "No!" My friends say in unison. "That is going to humiliate you and most likely have Kevin never talk to you again." May says with a sense of urgency. That sends a sense of panic through me. "What should I do then?" I ask. "Wait. He might make the first move. If he is gay of course. But if he isn't then there is no use in ruining anything." Anthony replies. I say nothing as he and May strike up a conversation about Mr. Harrison's history class.

I think about what happened on Friday all week. Over the course of the week I write a letter to Kevin. Not for him to read of course. It started simple and elegant and over the course of the week I finished a beautiful poetic note to him about how I feel.

"Dear Kevin Hends. I noticed you for the first time in our freshman year of high school. I have thought of you for most of those three years leading up to this, our senior year. I finally have the courage to even think about liking you after what happened on that last Friday in October. The day we talked for the first time. I feel it is safe to say since you might never see this that I have strong feelings for you. Love, Oliver."

I am just finishing it when the bell for the end of English goes off on that Friday afternoon. I get up and walk out. As I exit the room I take a second glance back to the room and see Kevin bending over. He picks up a sheet of paper. I know instantly what it is. My heart drops as I reach for the note on the stack of binders that is no longer there but in the hands of the person I really didn't want to read it. Kevin starts to glance my way but I dash to the exit before he sees me. I wait until I get to Anthony's car to let the tears show.