"Are you going to school tomorrow?" dad asks.
I don't want to go though, not like I have a choice. "Mmh. Yeah."
"Is Ziv going to?"
At the mention of your name, I looked up at dad and shrugged.
"Valentina mentioned he's going on Thursday, though."
"Oh."
Oh. We won't be meeting then.
The school was the top of my choices when picking a preparatory course for college. It was so that I could easily enroll when I do start college. But, due to financial reasons, I couldn't. It came as a surprise to me when I heard you entered this school and took up the same course that I wanted to take. You were a year ahead of me. You sent me in between happiness and another emotion i couldn't pinpoint.
I was happy that we're going to be in the same course, but my shyness doesn't let me interact with you. So, in every trouble that I have in the works of the school, I go to you.
To which you help and to which I say, "Sorry for bothering you and thanks."
You reply, "Just bother me next time, I don't mind." Then you laugh in the text.
It's embarrassing to always come to you, so I stopped. But whenever I see your bubble head with the green circle attached, I can't help but be overwhelmed by the feeling of wanting to talk to you.
But I can't.
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