Chapter 7
I haven't had the best type of day today, so I guess I'll write another chapter to cheer myself up.
It was a new day, and it was looking up already. The sun was shining, and there were less than a few clouds to be seen. I threw my covers off and rolled out of bed. I had never been so happy in my life. I was in love, and there was nothing else I wanted to think about.
I walked down the stairs to the kitchen, where I found my mother pouring some milk into a bowl of cornflakes.
"Ah, good morning, Mom." I said cheerfully.
"Good morning, Charlotte." She replied, smiling at me, "You're positively glowing this morning." I thought about this for a time, before noticing my own uncharacteristically good mood.
"I'm just happy, that's all." I explained. Of course, I had good reason to be.
"Well, I'm making your breakfast. It'll just be a minute."
"Thanks, Mom." I couldn't wait to get back to school, and see Alexander again. I waited patiently for my mother to finish my breakfast, as 'no daughter of her's would have to make her own breakfast'. I was truly lucky to have them as my parents.
I only wished I could talk to them about Alexander. I didn't know why, but I couldn't pluck up the courage to tell them how I felt, or about whom. I supposed it was better anyway, for now, before I had even told Alexander.
I had to tell him. Surely he wouldn't be surprised, or at least he wouldn't be taken aback, but did he love me back? The question had been running through my head since I had thought of telling him about my love for him. I knew he liked me. That much was obvious. I just needed to find a way to find out whether or not he loved me.
I couldn't just ask him, or it would be obvious, but I also couldn't think of any other way of being sure, and I had to be certain, or I would never be able to live with myself if he didn't say yes. I needed someone's advice, but I couldn't tell my parents.
Why did I feel such an intense objection to asking for advice about love from my parents? I couldn't think of any logical reason, but I still couldn't bring myself to say anything.
How could I ask them? 'Hi Mom, I was wondering if you could help me out. I'm romantically interested in a boy, but I don't know if he loves me.' The more I thought about it, the less sarcastic it sounded in my head. I couldn't phrase it this way, though, it had to sound natural.
"So, who's the lucky guy?" I turned to look at my father. I puzzled over what he had said for a moment.
"How... what makes you say that?" I stuttered out, surprised.
"You know, you take after your mother Charlotte, and the first time I ever saw her looking like that, was on our first date." He had read me like a book. I regained my composure and decided that my father had given me my opportunity to speak my mind.
"Well, uh, I don't know if he loves me back." I explained, blushing slightly.
"Ah, Charlotte, everyone who has ever been in love, has wondered the same thing." He told me. My father actually sounded like he was taking me seriously. I had expected him to dismiss my feelings as puppy-love, but he offered to me his advice as though I were an adult.
"Let me tell you, that the only way to know is to ask him, or hear him confess his feelings to you directly." Somehow, I doubted that Alexander's shy, timid nature would allow him to express love for anyone at all.
After a pause, my father left me to think over what he had said. I had to ask him, and asking him meant making my love for him obvious.
What if he just got shy and never spoke to me again? Or worse, what if he said no?
Presently, breakfast was placed before me by my mother. I ate it as quickly as I could manage, and left for school.
I spotted Alexander on my way to school, and ran to catch up to him.
"Hi, Alexander." I panted.
"Hi." He didn't use my name. Could he have forgotten it? He hadn't really called me by my name much at all since we had met.
"How are you going today?" I smiled at him.
"I'm okay." He replied, relatively cheerfully, "How about you?"
"I'm good." I said simply. He smiled to me for a while. We arrived at school, shortly, and we made our way to our lockers. I then walked to our first class, and sat down to the right of Alexander once more.
I glanced to my left every few minutes to see how he was. I didn't think much about the subject which I was meant to be learning. I decided to put off telling him outright how I felt about him for the time being. I would try to get him to tell me by himself, by hinting at my love for him, without definitively announcing it.
I was thankful when the lunch bell rang, as I could finally talk to Alexander properly.
We sat side by side at one of the tables outside. After a minute of eating in silence, I decided to speak.
"So-" We both started at the same time. I giggled.
"What were you going to say?" He asked me.
"Oh, it wasn't important." I replied, "What were you going to say?"
"Um, well, I was just wondering," He paused, "if you'd like to, um, go somewhere, else to eat lunch." He finished his sentence quickly. I was moderately disappointed.
"Uh, If you really want to move..." I trailed off.
"No, it doesn't matter." He looked down at his food despondently. We sat in silence for a time.
"Well if it isn't the nerd and his bodyguard again." I heard a familiar voice, snickering behind us.
"Why don't you just leave us alone?" I snapped at Patrick.
"Oh, feisty as always." Patrick's friends all laughed at his terrible sense of humor.
"You need to get a life." I yelled at him aggressively, "I know some cats who might be willing to sell you one."
"I have more of a life than either of you." He gestured toward us. I had had just about enough of his interruptions. I was trying to find out if Alexander had any feelings for me, and Patrick kept getting in the way. I was extremely frustrated.
"Ugh, let's go somewhere else to eat." I proposed quietly to Alexander. We stood up and walked to our usual escape area. He sighed.
"I can't stand people like him." He said forlornly, "Why don't they just leave us alone?"
"They probably envy your intelligence." I suggested, but the look on his face told me that he found it difficult to believe.
We finished our lunch without speaking. Patrick had completely destroyed my good mood, and Alexander's. The rest of the day passed away slowly. I got home and said little. After eating dinner, I went to my room and actually went straight to bed. I didn't even feel like writing in my diary.
I had hoped to tell Alexander how I felt, but I only disappointed myself. At least I could always look forward to tomorrow.
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