So here I stood, the period before fourth, in choir class. Of course I knew this moment would come. But I didn’t know how strong the conflicting feelings would be, trying to be nonchalant yet apprehensive at the same time.

But I’m more scared than ever that the only thing I will see are his faces. His face when someone calls his name, his polite smile…especially his smile that’s real, genuine, enough to be the sun.

Okay, actually, that would be creepy. Anyone else who was crept out by that sun in Teletubbies that had a face of a baby? Although I really liked that pet that was also a vacuum. Seriously, I wanted a vacuum like that.

God, I’m totally random this week. Oh well. I hope you guys get used to it. My hyper creativity only comes around now and then.

“Onew!” Jeanine smiled.

“Jeanine!” He mocks her with a smile. He turns around to another tenor in the back. “Peter!”  They start up a conversation about what kind of guys there are based on what they’re wearing.

My heart sinks. Of course he’s not talking to me. I’ve been too scared to talk to him.

Crap. I hate when crushes do that to me.

Maybe I should have never sent the flower.

All I can do is wait for the period to be over. To get on with life. To get through whatever life throws at me.

Gah. Patience was never my middle name.