Since that day, I had talked to my friend Giselle about him. She sat right next to me and we passed notes back and forth like the good old middle school days.
"Just go talk to him," one of the notes read.
I wrote back, "No, I can't! I would look all stupid and he'll think I'm weird!"
"Just go do it."
"What do I ask? Hows the weather?"
"Stop being a smart ass and go over there before I straight up tell him you want him."
"Haha not want him. Fine! Give me a sec."
We stopped passing notes. That day I chickened out. The next couple of days went on like that too. I just didn't have enough courage to actually bring myself up to talk to him. I felt like a little girl.
I would bump into him a couple times in the hall and smile and keep walking. My heart felt like it was about to take a leap and nose dive into the floor.
There was one time where I had devised a survey, I'm not sure what it was about, but I had asked everyone in the room what they thought.
I was going to skip him, because I was a chicken, but he turned to me and asked, "Aren't you going to ask me?"
I laughed a little bit and said, "Oh, no.. uh, here."
He then pointed to one of the answers and I said, "Oh okay, I got you down."
I hurried back to my seat and I turned to Giselle and said, "Look! I finally did it!"
She frowned.
"What?" I asked.
"You didn't really talk to him, so it doesn't count."
"Yes it does, I said more than one sentence."
She shook her head, "Nope. Doesn't. Count."
I groaned and said, "Fine. You win, it doesn't count."
A couple times when we had group assignments I would talk to him, but he didn't notice me. I was being too subtle. When we finally started talking, it was quite awkward at first. I guess he was just as awkward as I was. That was a major plus. It was like the universe said, "Here you go, someone who can be just as silly and awkward as you." The time it took me to muster up the courage was quite insane, but I had finally talked to him.
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