Gestures and beginnings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
The story of how a shy girl and a popular boy met.

Submitted: April 11, 2014

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I can still vividly remember the day where we first met. His presence stood out in the crowd whilst I just wavered in the background. He was absolutely adorable whilst I was just mediocre. Being a transfer student, I entered this school a term after everyone else, meaning that friendship groups had already been formed, and I wasn't part of any. Even so, he noticed me. He greeted me everyday in the morning when we were the first to arrive. He smiled at me when we passed each other in the corridors. He waved goodbye to me everyday before he left. Whereas, I couldn't return his kindness. I could not open my mouth to say 'hello' in the morning. I could not look him in the eye when he smiled in the corridors. I could not lift a finger when he waved everyday after school. I could only keep my distance and fear the thought of having a relationship with someone.

One day, as I was walking to English class, my phone had fallen out of my pocket in the corridor and since our school had a strict ban on phones in school, I immediately swooped down to pick it up, only to have the contents of my backpack scatter across the hallway as the zip had broken earlier in the morning. Completely embarrassed, I could feel the heart burning at my cheeks as I struggled to pick up everything. At that moment, he had popped his head out of the classroom to see what the commotion was about, then crouched down to pick up my black, panda printed pencil case by his feet. Then he walked over and helped me pick up the rest of the books whilst I shoved them back into my bag. I couldn't thank him, I just nodded and scuttled off to my next class, knowing that he was smiling at me as I left. I felt ashamed that I couldn't do something simple such as saying, 'thanks' or returning a smile. I just sat through the hour of English with my head on the desk, wishing for the day to end quickly.

Then, as soon as school finished, I grabbed my bag and nearly flew across the classroom, rapidly changing into my outside shoes and replacing my indoor shoes in my locker, only to feel a light warm hand on my shoulder. I turned swiftly, almost blinding him with my hair had it not been for his fast reflexes. He smiled and held out my phone in the palm of his hand. My eyes widened at the sight of it. How had I dropped it again when the whole fuss earlier was over it? Suddenly, his smile transformed into an outstretched grin on his face as he noticed the look of horror spreading on mine. I held the phone charm chord, determined not to make any contact with him and slid it out of his hand. He dropped his hand into his pocket and started changing his own shoes. Just as I turned to leave, his fingers pinched the hem of my skirt and I flinched at the gesture. Looking back at his hand, his fingers spread into a stop sign, as if he was asking me to wait. I stared as continued with his shoes, concentrating on tying his shoelaces. As he closed his locker, he stood up so that I would have to bend my neck back to see his face. Then, he said, 'let's go home together, wouldn't want you to misplace your phone again'. For some unexplainable reason, I managed a nod and smiled at him. 


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