Tilly

I know what he is doing. I won’t let him win. No matter how cute he is, or that my feelings towards him are growing into something more than just a classmate. I’m beginning to really fall for him. The thing is I’m not sure if this is a good thing, or bad thing.

On one hand he seems sincere, and from what I do know about him he isn’t one of the mean guys in our school. He is never intentionally cruel towards anyone. So, I don’t think he’d be trying to play mind games with me, but there is still that voice in the back of my head that warns me to be careful. I know who his friends are. The female variety are nothing but backstabbing sluts, and the males well they are a little better. Just kind of goofy, and some I have noticed wouldn’t know how to really treat a girl right in any way if given the chance.

“I don’t know why you are giving me that look. I told you already that my weekend was nice. What more do you want?” I give him my ‘so there’ look.

He outright laughs at the look on my face, and then looks me straight in the eyes and says, “simple I want to know why it was so nice, and that it was even better then nice. I know it and you know it. Now all you have to do is say it.” He raises one eyebrow at me.

That’s enough of this game. If I sit here any longer with him, I’ll admit to him just how I’m feeling. That I haven’t been able to get him off my mind all weekend. That we have some big things in common that I never knew, and that he gives me butterflies whenever he looks at me. I raise my hand and ask to use the restroom.

When the teacher gives me permission, I get up from my seat so fast, and walk out of the classroom before Aquarius can say another word. A couple minutes later I am alone in the girl’s bathroom, splashing water on my face, when I hear the door open. As I’m patting my face dry, I look in the mirror and cannot believe what I am seeing.

“Get out, you cannot be in here!” He doesn’t. No, instead Aquarius locks the door from the inside, walks to me, and stands behind me. He looks me dead in the eyes in the mirror. We stand there for what feels like forever.