Ahead

"Are you going to watch my game, again?" I look upon him, leaning beside his car. After what happened back there, he just wiped his face anxiously before leading the way to the parking lot. I was following him from the back the whole time, processing what was he said.

Is he going to court me now? I mean why not? Hah! He doesn't need to put in a lot of effort because I know in myself that I also like him. But I'm not planning to confess like how he did if he's not thinking of us dating. I am fragile in love but I'm scared of being rejected. Gosh, I can't see myself being in that phase. Just by thinking of it, I started to pity my poor self.