I was always a shy boy who wasn't good at letting my feelings being known. I was often told that I was mysterious and breathtakingly handsome, but it stopped when I grew out my bangs. I'm now a senior in highschool and it's about four months to graduation.
I had made a pact with my older sister that I would confess my feelings to my crush, Owen Mask, today, on his birthday. I'm so nervous, because I've never asked anyone out, I've only been the one to be asked out.
"Owen, it seems that there's someone here for you," a boy I've seen with Owen before said after I went to Owen's homeroom. He must be a friend of his. I didn't even say anything to anyone yet, but it seems as if he already knew what I was thinking.
"Are you sure?" Owen asked. The boy turned towards me.
"You want to talk to Owen, right?" He asked. I could feel my face turn hot in embarrassment.
"If it isn't a bother," I said, but it was barely above a whisper.
"He wants you," the boy said as he turned back to Owen. Owen sighed and walked up to me.
"What do you want?" Owen asked.
"You, here, this," I mumbled. I shoved a gift with a card at him and ran away. I was soooo embarrassed. My stupid sister, if only I didn't make that pact with her I wouldn't have messed up so badly.
Before I knew it, I was in the men's bathroom on the other side of the school from Owen's homeroom crying. If I had any courage, I probably just used the rest of it up doing whatever that was.
My phone started ringing, causing me to come out of my crying trance. It was an unknown number, so I didn't want to pick it up, but I knew that I had written my number on the card I just gave to Owen.
"Hello?" I said as I answered the phone.
"Matthew Perkins, I don't know what the hell you're thinking," Owen said angrily on the phone, "But this is utterly ridiculous. I've been trying to find you since homeroom ended, but you seemed to have vanished into thin air. Where are you? I have something to say to you."
"I don't think I should see you right now," I said, "I don't want to get my hopes up."
"What the hell does that mean?" Owen asked.
"Did you open the card?" I asked.
"Yes," Owen said, "That's why I want to talk to you face to face."
"You think I'm stupid, don't you?" I said, "For falling for someone who won't like me back."
"Where are you?" Owen asked.
"I won't let you in even if you asked," I said. Just then, the door to the bathroom opened and a bunch of guys started laughing.
"Natalie is going to be so screwed when she finds out that Jacob knows that she's cheating," a guy said.
"Wait, who's taking a dump?" Another guy asked.
"A bathroom, got it," Owen said.
"Shut up," I mumbled.
"That sounded like he was on the phone with someone," a third guy said, "who would make a call in the bathroom?" I hung up the phone and tried to think of a plan to escape. Since I was on the third floor, it wouldn't be safe to jump out the window, besides the other guys in here wouldn't let me leave easily.
"He still hasn't come out yet," the second guy said. Then the door opened again.
"Perkins?" Owen asked from inside the bathroom. I sighed and opened the stall door. Owen confused. "Why are you crying?" I rubbed my cheek and noticed the tears.
"I feel stupid," I muttered. Owen sighed and pulled me into an unused classroom.
"I don't really understand what's going on, but you've only acted weird when I'm involved," Owen said, "I honestly thought that you hated me, but after reading that letter, I realized that you have trouble expressing your emotions."
"I never had a crush on anyone aside from you," I said.
"That was surprisingly honest," Owen said, "And I'm going to tell you the truth. I don't know you that well, but I'm willing to date you."
"Thank you," I said. Owen smiled and wiped away my tears. I didn't think he'd say yes, but if I told him how long I had a crush on him, he would probably hate me.
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