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"Aw crap! Crap! Crappity crap crap!" I squealed as I saw Taylor and Seth outside. Man I wish these doors could be one way for just once! Or I could be invisible and get into his head and tell him to tell Taylor he feels the same way about me. Darn superhero shows.

"What is it?" Kelsey came up behind me and looked over my shoulder at the talking two.

I had to move away or Seth would surely see me. He was facing the door.

"Ooh. Him." She understood. Yes, my secret wasn't much of a secret anymore, considering I told Kara, Kelsey, and Taylor. I could trust them, so no worries.

"Yes him! I regret this! Do you think I can stop her before she squeals on me? I can make it. Do a few hurdles and sprints and I'm there in a jiffy. She doesn't have to say anything. Everything will go on as normal without a hitch. This has a lot of hitches. Hitch-filled!" I scream whispered.

Kelsey was one of the ones who were 'pro' telling him. I don't see why. Yes it would be good, but the repercussions…. She grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and sat me up against the wall. Ouch, violent much? Kelsey was stronger than me and she could toss me around like a rag doll. "Shh."

I pursed my lips, afraid to say anything. Let out a sound. Make a move. "But—"

"Uh uh uh. Tisk tisk." She calmly said, keeping me away from the door. "Shh. it's alright. Nothing bad will happen. I've known him since like, forever, and he will want to know about this, and he does like you, okay?"

How could I disagree when she had me pinned? You may sing a different tune when we find out what he said. "Got it. Eternally optimistic." I put my thumbs up and smiled.

"Good." She sat me back on my feet and I walked casually back over to the door. It was over. Done. Finished. Complete. My destiny was decided. That was quick. Or maybe the lack of oxygen caused my perception of time to go awry? I shot a quick look back to Kelsey, who had her back turned. Yeah, lack of oxygen. I could have been out for ages and not known it.

Math class yet again was a blur. Too many thoughts. Too much.

Taylor walked down the hall. Seth stood behind me, near the bathroom, talking to one of his friends. I noticed her look and nonchalantly walked over to our locker.

I raised my eyebrows, questioning, and opened my locker, not making it obvious I was looking for some very valuable information that could make or break me.

"I talked to him."

I got that much.

"And," She continued, "I asked him 'what if Misty liked you?' and I put in the part about if you found out I was talking to him you would murder me, and he said," She looked around, to see if he was still there. Unfortunately he wasn't. "He said he didn't know, then he ran away."

He ran away. I knew it. Don't know? How do you not know? I finished nonproductively shuffling papers around, looking busy. My shoulders dropped.

"Yeah, I don't know what it means either. But it wasn't an 'I don't know' like a 'leave me alone and never talk to me again because I'm freaked out I don't know.' It was more of a 'yes, but I'm not telling you I don't know.'" She tried to convince me this was good.

How is it good if he refuses to answer? Maybe you're coming up with these sophisticated ideas of what his 'I don't know' didn't mean to try to do that reverse psychology crap on me? I scanned her face for an answer. Ah, she's not that complex.

"Well?" Taylor said. Her face was asking me for more than my response.

"What?" I had a complete conversation with her, and I didn't even partake in it. Not a word. Now that takes talent.

She grabbed my arm and shook, maybe thinking she could shake an answer out. I'm not a magic eight ball. You can't shake me for answers. "That's good!"

"It's good he said I don't know faster than he had to and ran away? People run away when they don't want to hear any more. People don't run away from what they want. You don't see a four-year-old running away from an ice cream truck with arms flailing, screaming 'I don't know, don't talk to me!' At least not a sane kid."

"Pessimist." Taylor grumbled.

"Logical. Realistic." I began walking back to our yearbook class.

Taylor followed. "He didn't run away, arm flailing. He just ran away. People run away from the truth all the time." She smiled.

"Because they don't want to face it. I don't want him to face something if he doesn't want to." I didn't look at her. She would try that pick-me-up crap.

"He wants to."

We walked in to the classroom and took our seats. I logged in to the yearbook website and Taylor and I began working on our page, silently.

"I don't know?" Taylor asked herself after a long, awkward, unneeded silence. "What does that mean? How can he not know? Of course he knows, he's just not telling me because he doesn't want me to be right. Yeah, that's it."

Oh, now she's having to giver herself pep talks, and she's not even the one emotionally involved. Way to go! Even my thoughts had turned sarcastic.

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