9

Something sad, happy at the end.

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"I like this girl in my class..."

I had hoped you would like me.

"We're close!"

And we aren't.

"She's really kind,"

I guess it makes sense that you don't like me back.

"and fun, and so funny!"

I never really made a move, did I?

"I'm scared to confess to her though..."

Why? What's there to be afraid of?

"I'm scared she'll reject me."

You're perfection, if she does, then she's missing out.

"I'm gonna ask her to prom."

I wish I was her. How I wish.

"What if she says no?"

You two are close, she's your seatmate, and you practically adore her as much as I do you. You really think she'd say no?

"I get that we're close, but I doubt she'd say yes."

Give it a shot. Don't be like me.

"But eh, I've still got 4 months before prom. I could convince her."

Damn right you could. As much as I wish you couldn't... your happiness matters more to me than my own. I hope.

.

.

"Ask her! Ask her!" I chanted along with my friend, and you smiled sheepishly. So cute. "Don't be scared." I added. "Since yall are close, she'd most likely say yes."

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I zoned out on what he said after that, retreating into my own thoughts.

I could hear him and my friend talking.

It hurts more than I could describe, but I can't just start sobbing here randomly now can I.

I felt tired.

.

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He snapped his fingers in front of my zoned out eyes a minute later.

I snapped back into reality. Had I been crying? No, dry eyes.

I looked up at him and noticed my friend smiling widely, looking slightly shocked too.

Did he ask her to prom? Maybe she was his secret crush? Maybe he lied about the classmate thing as a cover up and aske-

"Did you hear me?" he questioned.

"Sorry. Zoned out again." I smiled softly. He blushed.

"Uh... I said,

would you like to go to prom with me?"