AN: This is a true story with some dramtization. All thoughts are made up and names have been changed. Also, no, it is not about me. One last thing, they are in fourth grade. ^_^
Thomas forced himself for the umpteenth time to look at the teacher. It wasn't five minutes before he was staring at the golden locks of the back of Polly's head. What is wrong with me? he scolded himself, looking back to the front of the room. He ended up staring at her again.
She turned around at one point and looked right at him. Usually she ignored him, so this was a big change. He smiled really big and waved. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she turned back to the front of the class.
That little sign that she knew him was huge. He wanted to get her attention again. He picked up the object nearest his hand, which happened to be a pencil, and threw it as hard as he could at her. She turned with a look of pure hate in her electrifying green eyes. “What do you want?” she yelled in a hushed whisper.
“Will you play with me at recess?” he asked because it was the only thing that came to mind. He hadn't actually wanted anything except to be her focus.
“If it will stop you from throwing pencils at me, fine,” she said just a little too loud.
The teacher turned toward her and said, “Would you like to share your conversation with the rest of the class since it seems to be more important than my lesson.”
“No Mrs. White. I was just- I'm sorry.” Once the teacher was facing the board she glared at Thomas.
When it was recess time she walked up to him with her arms crossed over her chest. In her wake another girl walked. She hid behind her only looking at him occasionally. It took him awhile to realize it was Marisa. Who knew she was that shy?
“So,” Polly said, “what do you want to do?”
“I don't know,” he said hesitantly, “What do you guys usually do?” He noticed that Marisa was slowly sliding around Polly. She stood almost at her side at this point.
“We really like the monkey bars and the swings,” she said, seemingly shocking both Thomas and Polly. She bowed her head allowing her hair to fall over her face.
“Um...” Polly began, drawing the attention back to herself, “Yeah so you wanna play on the monkey bars.” Marisa nodded her head with this cute look in her wide eyes.
Polly started to run off in that direction and Marisa grabbed Thomas's hand and she followed after her. When they got there Polly began to play without any kind of regrouping. “Hey Marisa,” Thomas began, “what kind of stuff does Polly like.” Her eyes were like saucers as he asked. He kept forgetting she was so shy.
She opened and closed her mouth for awhile before saying, “She really likes English and her favorite fruit is the peach.” She ran up to Polly directly following that statement. He followed more slowly.
They played a long while before Thomas realized Polly was still ignoring him. She was paying more attention to Marisa. He did the only reasonable thing he could think of. When she jumped down he knocked her over. She stood up and brushed herself off angrily. “Why did you do that?” she said, sounding hurt.
“I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it!” he yelled as though it weren't a lie. “You can push me down if that will make you feel better.” Without a pause she pushed him over. “Wow, you're really strong,” he said, holding his hand out for her to take. She grabbed it and helped him up. His heart fluttered when she touched his hand.
“I have to be strong,” she said smiling, “I have two older brothers.” They both laughed as Marisa jumped down. She walked up to Polly and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes went wide but she just nodded and said, “Okay.”
“What?” Thomas said, looking between the two of them. “What did she say?”
“Nothing,” Polly said, shaking her head, “By the way, if you like someone it's rude to be mean to them for attention. You should have just told me. Not that I'd ever like you. Plus I have a boyfriend.”
Marisa's mouth dropped as she looked at Polly. Why did she say that? She didn't tell her that Thomas liked her so that she could rip him apart. She really told her so that she would back off.
Thomas just blinked stupidly like that would change her words. “Polly that was mean,” Marisa said in her sweet, quiet voice. Thomas looked at her then and smiled.
“No,” he said, “It's fine. It was what I needed to hear.” His eyes still looked hurt, but he seemed to be pretty capable of shaking it off. “I'm just gonna... go swing, okay?” He walked away before she could respond.
She looked at Polly and said snidely, “That was just so sweet of you,” before running after him. By the time she reached the swings he was at the highest point you could be. She sat on the swing next to him and started to pump.
Soon she was going as high as he was, but she couldn't get a word in like that. She yelled, “Stop!” when they met in the middle. He jumped out and landed on his feet so perfect. If she hadn't been swinging she would have run to him to make sure he was okay. He stood and walked over to the swing. He sat down just as she slowed enough to stop herself.
“I've had a crush on her since first grade. I finally got up the nerve to do something about it and she does that,” Thomas said, shaking his head angrily.
“Don't worry about it. Polly is mean to all guys even her boyfriend. I wish I had a boyfriend to set an example for Polly. She needs a lot of guidance and her mother isn't a very good teacher.”
“Wait,” Thomas said softly, “you don't have a boyfriend.” Marisa just shook her head. “But I thought you were dating Roger. I mean you're always talking to him.”
She started laughing loudly. “Roger is my step-brother.” She kept laughing unable to stop. He thought she was dating her brother. “There is only one person at this school I'd consider dating.”
“Who would that be,” he said looking into her eyes.
“Oh, no one. I don't like anyone really,” she said, blushing and turning away. She couldn't just tell the person she liked it was him.
“C'mon, you can tell me,” he said, his voice getting cut off by the end of recess bell. She hurried away before he could push it any further.
He looked after her following the other students inside. As he sat in class he tried to get her to look over at him, but she seemed to be purposefully avoiding his gaze. He just wanted to know who she liked because he had this weird feeling it was him.
It couldn't be though. They barely even knew each other; they barely talked. Then he thought of his crush on Polly. He had never really talked to Polly. Finally he couldn't take not knowing and he whispered, “Marisa, who do you like?”
She turned then and whispered back, “I'll tell you at snack time. Okay?” He nodded his head and returned his vision to the teacher. Snack time seemed to take ages to begin, but finally it was here. He saw Marisa immediately. She was sitting on the window ledge nibbling on her snack cake. He started to walk over to her with a weird mix of emotions building inside his stomach. He wanted to be the one; he didn't. He liked her too; he didn't. This little girl was messing with his head.
She saw him walking over and she couldn't watch him. She looked quickly out the window at the passing clouds. She heard him sit down on the windowsill next to her. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she saw he was looking at the sky too.
“That one,” he said calmly pointing, “looks like a duck.” She looked at the one he indicated to find he was right. “And there's a bunny.” Once again he was right. Then he looked down from the sky and looked at her. “And this one here is a girl, a very pretty girl.”
She looked down blushing and letting her hair cover her face. He pushed it back as he said, “I hate it when you do that. It covers up your pretty face.” Still looking down she grabbed a strand of her hair and started stroking it. He grabbed her hand to stop her, but once she had let go of her hair, he held onto her hand. “You never did tell me who you like,” he said smiling.
“Well,” she replied, returning his smile, “if your so insistent upon knowing, it's Harley.”
“Very cute,” he replied laughing, “Who is it really?”
“You know, of course,” she wanted to tell him, but she was still being shy, “It's-it's- you. I like you. I really like you.”
“I figured as much.” He grabbed her other hand and said, “Do you want to be my girlfriend. I'd really like that.”
“If that's what you want, then I'd love that.” She didn't know why, but she really wanted to kiss him. “It's only official if we kiss,” she said, hoping he'd still want to be her boyfriend.
“Okay,” he responded, “Should we kiss right now?” She nodded her head afraid to speak for fear of what she'd say. It was a short little kiss, but it made her insides warm.
She heard Mrs. White walk over. “That is inappropriate behavior for school you two,” she scolded, “Go to the principal's office.” They both looked at each other confused as to how it was bad to kiss. Then they walked to the principal's office hand-in-hand.
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