I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
I walked up to her silently. The class was in pandemonium – but I could hear my heartbeat perfectly. It was P.E (short for Physical Education), the last period of the day. A few of the students had permission to skip P.E for extra classes. She was one of them. This was my last chance.
She was jamming her stuff into her bag. The bell would ring any minute now, and their teacher hated latecomers.
She turned around.
She smiled, even though she was clearly stressed out and in a hurry.
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t –
“I was…uh wondering if you’d … like to go out with me?”
I tried putting on a smile.
The bell rang. I saw her expression change from utter confusion to surprise, and then to panic.
“Got to go, sorry!”
She turned and ran, her bag bobbing dangerously behind her.
I sighed. Blew it again.
“And what would you do if I said yes?” , she asked, faking an expression of intense scrutiny, making her look cute, not scary.
What was it with all the riddles? Wouldn’t a simple yes or a no suffice?
“I’d be with Santa Claus. Right on top of the world.”
Her smile broke free.