I nervously kicked at the rock on the ground, sitting on a bench in our high school parking lot. My friend Gordo said that he wanted to talk to me, that it was urgent. But he was late, and I sat there wondering why.

Why did he want to see me?

And where was he?

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I was finally going to do it.

I am going to tell Lizzie how I feel.

Wait, no I can't, what if she does not feel the same way?

She is probably waiting outside for me.

I ran my fingers through my hair once more, and I ran through my speech mentally again.

"Lizzie...I don't really know how to tell you this but, I have loved you..."

This sounded dorky. I couldn't do this. I would not do this.

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I have to be to my work in fifteen minutes. I cannot wait on Gordo much longer. If he does not come in the next five seconds, I'm leaving.

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I gathered my books up, and stood up. Gordo was probably not going to come.

Walking across the crosswalk, I heard a voice calling.

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After much mental pep talk, I finally convinced myself to confront Lizzie.

However, by the time I had gotten outside, she was halfway across the crosswalk.

"LIZZIE! I AM SORRY THAT I AM LATE!"

She whirled around to see me frantically waving my arms.

Lizzie did not see the car heading straight for her.