Nervous butterflies fluttered in my belly. It was getting close to the special time. The bell was going to ring soon. I didn't have much longer to procrastinate. Fighting the jittery, anxious feeling I had, I pulled a piece of paper out of my binder and rummaged through my pencil pouch for a pen. Glancing up at the clock, I pretended to be paying attention to the teacher's lecture. It was getting even closer to that time. I only had fifteen minutes.

Come on, I told myself. You're never going to get anywhere with it if you never try.

Pressing the pen to the page, I began to write. Remember; be clear and to the point. The teacher droned on about the creation of a banking system or something else I would probably never use again in my life. Gulping and looking back at the paper on my desk, I frowned and contemplated crumpling it up and forgetting all about my special plan.

No, no. You've gotten this far, kid. You can't give up now.

I folded the note up into a precise square. It's all about being precise. That's what he likes.

Finally allowing myself to relax, I focused on the clock ticking down the moments to the execution of my plan. My mind ran through how I hoped it would go.

Absentmindedly, I whispered to myself, "Please go as planned. Please, dear God, let it all go as planned."

I'd known him for so long; I couldn't let myself mess this up. I still remembered the day that he moved into our neighborhood. He was a bit of a geek—or perhaps the right word was dork—but I always found something about him intriguing, even if I had to tease him in order to uphold my well known reputation.

Under my desk, my foot tapped with the rush of nerves. What if I ended up hurting him? That was the last thing I wanted. He could just reject me flat out, and then I would be so disappoint—

I was interrupted by the shrill dismissal bell. The hordes of students in the classroom picked up their things and quickly ran out. I headed toward his locker, thinking over what I was doing. By the time I'd gotten there, he was already taking out his organized homework folder to go home. As soon as he closed his locker and turned around, I was behind him. He gasped.

"H-hi K-Kevin." He stammered, offering a nervous smile.

Smirking, I pushed him up against the lockers. He quivered with fear as I leaned so close my nose almost touched his. He gave a weak chuckle of anxiety. I looked him over, noticing his hat was on just a bit crooked. His wonderful brown eyes glinted in the lights. I smiled a bit, and shoved the squared note in his open mouth.

"See ya later, D Double DORK!" I shouted, walking to the corner and turning it, sighing and falling to the floor.

From here, I could hear his curious remarks as he opened the note and read it.

"Why, that's rather cute!" he exclaimed.

I glanced around the corner and felt a hot blush rush to my cheeks. I felt weak and my heart pounded in my chest. Full of overwhelming joy, I ran to the bike rack outside of Peach Creek Junior High and unlocked my baby, my pride and joy, my bike. Chuckling and giggling like a child, I got on and rode off toward the cul-de-sac. Tossing my hands in the air, I shouted, "He thinks I'm cute!"