This really nice kid. Tristan. She then gets up, walks over to him, gestures her hand to me, and says something to him. I could feel my face Steaming, and could just imagine the faint tint of pink/red on my face, JUst like his turned to be. Eventually, band class was almost over considering that, the day was almost over only 3 more periods left. Reassuring myself that this was the only period i had with him, and he wouldn’t think much of it. The bell rang confirming time to go, and i rush out the door as fast as i can and run down the hall heading towards robotics.
Finally, school was over for the day, and all the anxiety had been put away as I slowly walked up the steps of the bus. My friend like always saved me a seat next to her, and I decided to tell her about my long terrible day at school. She seemed to listen very well, considering it well … seemed to me be the most boring story ever, and not to mention embarrassing. When I got home I had decided that I would confront him myself than hiding forever from him. So I decided to shoot him a message. After seconds of pressing send I felt instant regret. I kept yelling at myself for doing so. I realized that maybe I still had a shot with being friends with