Confession

Okay,

What?

"What?" I ask, and I'm pretty sure my expression said it all.

I was freaking shocked.

"I don't know when I started liking you but I'm pretty sure it was the first moment I saw you."

What?

"I laughed when you laughed, I smiled when you smiled, I was sad when you were sad, and I felt empty when I didn't see you."

"I look forward to coming to school everyday so I can see you. This past few days really did something." He chuckles.

What?

He didn't say anything else which showed he was waiting for my response.

But isn't this a good time to tell him I like him too?

I mean, I like him and I wanted him to like me.

And here he is, confessing his feelings for me and I'm tongue tied?

What is stopping me from saying I like him back?

"I...I don't know what to say." I finally let out.

Just tell him you like him too!

"You-" He begins.

"Hey losers!" Austin jumps on Jaxon's back and smiles. "I thought you left?" He asks Jaxon.

"And I thought you had a meeting with coach."

Austin gets down and walks to his side.

"Yeah, I snuck out. I have a date to keep." He turns to me. "Hello there Summer."

I wave to him.

"Yeah, I know." He uses his hand to brush his hair out of his face. "I'm too handsome for you to speak."

"What?" I scoff.

"Yeah baby, that's the truth." He winks at me and hits Jaxon's shoulder.

"I have to go. Bye suckers." He blows a kiss at our direction and enters his car.

"Why are you even friends with him?" I ask Jaxon as Austin pulls out of the lot.

"Sometimes I wonder myself." I turn to him. "Look, you don't have to answer now or tell me anything now. I'm not expecting a reply, I just want you to know the reason why I was avoiding you."

"So the reason you wanted to kiss me was not because you were trying to be nice?"

"And why would you think that?" He tilts his head a little and I scratched my hair.

"I don't know, I just thought maybe because I haven't had my first kiss, you were trying to be a good friend."

"Now that's just nonsense. Why would I want to kiss a girl just because I was feeling nice?"

I look down.

"I don't know."

"Summer." He calls my name and I look up. "I almost kissed you not because I was feeling nice, but because I wanted to. I've always wanted to. But then, Austin came and ruined everything." He stands straight.

"And I hate him for it." I mutter.

"And that interruption made me realize what I almost did was inappropriate."

"What?"

"I shouldn't have tried to kiss you without your permission. It was really thoughtless of me, and I apologize."

You don't have to. I wanted that kiss also.

"Not kissing you left me on edge. I felt that if I should face you the next day, I'd just grab you and kiss you. And I didn't want that."

What?

I feel like that word was starting to be my best friend.

"So I thought if I don't see you, the urge to kiss you would leave. But boyy was I wrong." He shakes his head. "Truthfully, I hated it. I thought staying away from you for a few days would make me think less of you but boy does staying apart makes the heart grows fonder." He smiles.

My poor heart can't take this right now.

"Then hearing your voice each time over the phone made it worse. So each night, I'd drive to your house and just stare at your window."

"What?" This time I chuckled.

"Yeah, I did." He nods. "I sound like an addict don't I?" He chuckles softly.

He doesn't let me reply when he continues.

"But then I saw you sitting on my car and I was like, fuck it. No matter how much I try to avoid you, I can't. I can't stop thinking about you, and I can't stop wanting to see your face, to see you smile, to see you laugh, and to hear your voice. Isn't that weird?" He chuckles.

"I feel and sound like a weirdo. But I feel different things when I'm with you so I'm not surprised." He looks down and starches the back of his head.

He doesn't say anything for a while, and I didn't know what to say.

"Now I feel shy."

"What?" This time, I tilt my head to the left a little.

"Yeah. So I'll just leave not to make this awkward. I'll see you later Hathaway." He moves round me and sits on his motorcycle.

He takes out his helmet and wears it.

"Don't forget to pick me up tomorrow Hathaway." He starts his engine and it roars to life.

I take a step back and he drives away.

Now what am I going to do?!