I walk to Jerah's house as slow as I could, yet my heart is beating as if I just ran a marathon. Why? How can such a distant boy I barely know do this to my poor self?
When I finally arrive, I stand in front of his door for a while, finding myself unable to ring the bell. How do I face him? How did I do this before? Am I early? I grab my phone to check the time. No, it's worse; because of my slow walking, I am eight minutes late.
Now panicking, I decide to get over my weak, sorry self and ring the doorbell. Today, there's no sounds of an army of little children storming down the stairs. It's the opposite; quiet, calm, and nerve wracking. Are the children not home? Is anyone home at all?
Just as I am about to ring the doorbell again, the door opens. There he stands, looking as neutral and bored as ever, leaning against the doorframe. The boy who has been occupying my brain for the last 20 hours, who has kept my heart beating faster and faster for who knows how long.