Tancred had had enough. He was tired of hiding the fact that just the sight of her could make him break out in goose bumps and have to catch his breath. He was tired of having to be careful of what he said when he was around her, because he knew that at any moment a declaration of love might just slip out.
Hiding it was simply useless. Everybody knew how Tancred felt. Everyone except her, that is. Lysander was always dropping subtle hints about how love could slip away and about how you shouldn't doubt love because love is never wrong.
Tancred decided, one sunny afternoon at Bloor's Academy that he would face his indescribable fears of rejection, and face the music. He was going to tell her at the first chance he got. Break seemed to be his best bet.
Time seemed to crawl slowly through the three classes that he didn't have with her. English, math, and history. By the time that break came, Tancred's stomach was full of butterflies.
He scanned the crowd strolling around the garden and spotted her talking animatedly to Olivia and Charlie by the Ruins. 'This is it,' he thought. 'I'm gonna do it.' He marched forward with false confidence while his heart threatened to explode with nerves.
Quicker then he anticipated, Tancred was standing next to the trio, who were looking at him expectantly. Tancred cleared his throat.
"Emma, can I talk to you…alone?"
~Fin~