The weekend after the café hangout felt different. Not because anything drastic had happened, but because of how effortlessly things between Emma and me seemed to fall into place.
She wasn't just some girl I admired from a distance anymore. She was someone I was getting to know—someone I actually liked spending time with. And the crazy part? She wanted to spend time with me too.
But even though everything felt natural, I couldn't shake the nervous energy that buzzed inside me whenever she texted, whenever we talked in class, whenever our eyes met across the hallway. Was I imagining something that wasn't really there? Or was there actually something growing between us?
I needed to figure it out.
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On Monday, I got to school earlier than usual, hoping to see Emma before class. The hallways were still quiet, the usual morning rush yet to begin.
I spotted her near her locker, flipping through the pages of a book, completely lost in it. A small smile tugged at my lips. She always had this ability to tune everything out when she was reading. It was kind of fascinating.
"Good book?" I asked as I leaned against the lockers beside her.
She looked up, startled for a second, before grinning when she saw me. "Oh, hey! Yeah, it's actually really good. Have you read The Fault in Our Stars?"
I chuckled. "I've heard of it. Isn't it, like, a total heartbreak story?"
She smirked. "That's what makes it great."
I raised an eyebrow. "So you like sad endings?"
She shrugged. "Not always. But I like stories that make you feel something real."
I paused, considering that. "Yeah… I get that."
We stood there for a moment, neither of us in a rush to move. The hallway was filling up, but it felt like we were in our own little bubble.
Then she closed her book and turned to me. "So, what's up? You're here early."
I hesitated, suddenly feeling ridiculous for planning this moment in my head. I had no real excuse for being here, except that I wanted to be here.
"I just… figured I'd see you before class," I admitted.
Her expression softened, and for a second, something unreadable flashed in her eyes.
"Well, I'm glad you did," she said with a small smile.
The bell rang before I could process her words properly. She grabbed her bag, still smiling as she started toward class. "See you in English?"
"Yeah," I said, watching as she disappeared into the crowd.
That feeling inside me—the one I was trying to ignore—grew stronger.
This wasn't just a simple crush anymore.
This was something real.