Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda

In movies, High School is pictured of being the part of your life where you find love, and I became a victim of that famous Hollywood cliché. It was the first week of sophomore year, still trying to know some of my classmate and get adjusted to doing class work once again. As the bell rang to go to sixth period I felt nervous because I didn’t know anyone, but thankfully the teacher already had assigned seats. As the teacher called out the seating chart, I heard my name and my heart stopped with anxiousness feeling eyes staring at me as I walked to my new seat. As I sat down and put my binder away, I looked to see who was going to sit next to me, I suddenly felt a million butterflies in my stomach and my cheeks getting red as a cherry, so I quickly turned around disguising my red face. 

The first weeks grew full of awkward silence, until I asked on an assignment we had to do on the computer. Later on, we talked almost every day and helped each other on the assignments. Ironically that class was the least of all eight classes I wanted to go to, however I couldn’t wait to go to that class. One day a guy that sat on the same row as I did asked me a question that made my heart stop.

​“Hey, do you like David?” he asked. “I…uh… he’s cool” I was puzzled. “Do you think he’s cute?” he asked again. I thought on my response, when he came in the door and I rapidly acted like I seemed working. The whole forty-five minutes I pondered on those two questions, thinking what if he liked me but I didn’t believe it. 

​As the year progressed, I felt like my thoughts might be true. In the second semester I had another class with him and his friends, and once again a friend of his asks me if I would date him while he David sat next to me, my heart started beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings. I said no, even though in my head I was saying yes, a few seconds later I regretted my answer, but I was afraid of what he would say. What if he actually liked you? I thought, I didn’t know what to do because I’ve never felt something like this. Unfortunately, the year approaching its end and he was about to graduate, my chances began to diminish and also my hopes. I slowly gave up and regretted my decision for the rest of the year. As a result that experience changed me and I learned that I have to say what I really feel before it becomes too late.