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Nine Days To Say It

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For nine years, he’s been the king of awkward side-glances and silent admiration, hopelessly crushing on her, Mabel Dorothea, from afar. Now, with just nine days before school ends, this socially anxious high schooler, Eric Russel, has to do the unthinkable: actually talk to her. Armed with sweaty palms, zero experience, and a ticking clock, he’s about to embark on the most nerve-wracking mission of his life. Will he find the guts to confess, or will his inner monologue keep roasting him into silence? "Thinking of her... She would either become my wife or my biggest heartbreak"

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Chapter 1 - Secret Crush

Nine years passed since I first met her, nine days left till I'll probably last see her. And if I'm hesitating to take any other move then I-

THUDD!!

I came back to the actual world (by a bump) where I was at school, sitting on my bench, a lame last row. Sure last row is fun but, I not that type. But I liked it for another reason. The sun.. yes.. the sun's ray through the window is dull today, right. The school hasn't started yet but it's a dull day to start.

It was Billy who bumped me into reality.

"What you're upto, Billy?" Asked I.

Asking for pardon was never a thing between us, boys, my friends. Yeah you know... Instead he said to me "I'm not interrupting you, if you're not doing anything, At least in our world", sarcastically. Billy, sarcasm flows through his veins, his skin soaked in it. I never mind him , I'm used to it.

I've known Billy since childhood, like when I was 5? Or 6 maybe? I don't remember. You can't remember the first day you met your best friend , can you? Or is it just me? And- wait... hold up... I was thinking of someone else...

RIGHT , it was her , Mabel Dorothea. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have– experienced freaking colourfully winged insects flying in my stomach (yes, I mean butterflies. I like overcomplicating things) and I would've been alone. Nine year passed since I first met her, six years passed since I really felt it, the love. I wasn't ready to accept it at first, I thought I was just caring for her but, boy was I dumb, I fell for her. I saw her as a friend at first but it just increased day by day. Starting then , I couldn't pretend like I don't care. This ain't fair, especially for me–

"Bro, it's an emergency, can you lend me your homework real quick? Teacher might be here soon",ah , it's just Billy forgetting his homework again.

"Here you go , dude"

I guess I gave him the right one. And yes back on to what we were talking about. Mabel, so pretty is she that I think my heart would pour out like stream through my chest.

[Screech. The door slid sideways]

Ow, awful, why are people opening the door like that when they know it would make this sound , so anno–

[The sun rays brightened up. A young girl walked through the door, it was Mabel Dorothea, spreading her presence and her innocent charm, fills the air. All the presence was observed by just one boy in the class , you know who ]

–ying.. ahh.. it's... Bu... Ju–just snap out of it, how am I being mind struck just by seeing her.. 'SOO PRETTY!!!' I screamed inside myself. 'SEE ME , SEE ME , SEE ME ,SEE ME', I can't stop chanting though haha

[Mabel went straight towards her desk and sat down calmly, her seat near the window. ]

My eyes are chained to her

Huh, what's wrong?? Something's off. She'd usually talk with her fr– oh I see, her friends aren't here yet. Is it a good time to talk to her? Wait even if it is , how am I even going to talk to her, *moron... I'm not that brave. Man, just look at her , sitting by the window glancing outside. She looks like an Angel. Her hair, her hand, her EYES , they're killing me.

From my desk, I could see her very well. You see, I'm at the last desk and she's at the second and I'm a row away from her. Umm.. well , I could get to see two third of her? I'm just feeling bad, I couldn't see her face properly though. But I want her to talk to me today, maybe a word or two? That would be freaking awesome, like I would be just thinking about that this whole day if it happens.

[Suddenly Mabel turned around]

Oh shit ...Omgg , did our eyes meet ?? Yes it did , yes. Ah , i shouldn't have looked away as soon as she looked me.. umm maybe I should've smiled at her? (As soon I imagine myself smiling at her with my awful smile, I threw that thought in trash)

"What's up with you man, did you apply lipstick on your FACE?", it was Billy, did he see me seeing Mabel? I don't think so , but what if he found out , nah no way.

"F– Face?? What you mean, dude, I'm good"

"Oh, then why you blushin?", he asked

That's when I realized my face was as red as if someone bet me to pulp. That colour truly changed my pale skin. It was glowing red, I could make a good traffic light.

"Blushing??? Me??... Uhh– no man, you must be trippin"

"Alright then.. here , here's your homework, thanks dude. Not to mention your handwriting was so blissful that I needed atleast a minute to read each word"

Umm, what could I even reply for that? I nodded my head, it's the only true response for that I guess? Ahh , he went back to where he came from now. So, maybe, it won't be a crime if I look at her agai–

[Screech! The door is being opened again]

They gone nuts?!?

[The teacher, Mrs.Morgan enters]

Oh , wait , it's the teacher, well whoever it is.

Mrs.Morgan: "Morning students.... well, before our class starts, I'm thinking of REARRANGING your places and it's because I feel like there are some disturbance.."

Wait!!! Shit noo!! Who the hell is even disturbing her !?! It's all nice and good here. She shouldn't change my place, Pweasee gawddd!!..

Mrs.Morgan: "...disturbance (pause)mainly from Billy(stares at Billy)"

BILLY?!? Billy, you effing idiot, what kind of a dumbbag are you?

Mrs.Morgan: "I want him in front..."

Ohh... That's pleasing, if she wants him in the front desk, that means my place won't be–

"along with his friends" she added

"F#€king hell" I whispered to myself, but it was audible enough to reach Billy's ears who sits next to my desk. He looked at me and gave a "if we die, let's die together " smile.

Bro like what?!? If you wanna die ,you die. For heaven's sake, just let me be.

I saw Billy made to be seated at the first bench, Sullivan and Derek too (Sullivan and Derek? Well,I'll tell about them later, they're my friends too)

So it's just me pending in 'BILLY'S friend group'.

The teacher called out my name, I was preparing myself to bid farewell to my desk which gave me a clear view of Mabel. Mrs.Morgan gestured me to come front, I took my bag and slowly walked. Ofcourse I took the path where I could be closer to Mabel though(not to mention)

"Sit !", Mrs.Morgan told . A gloomy face as I looked at the desk directly to my right. I sat down reluctantly with a sigh. But I was curious, how hard it would be to see Mabel from here.

My whole body froze as I looked at Mabel Dorothea directly to my left.

She looked at me. A calm face. My body left paralysed by her sight.

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eric?!?

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Damn , she's so beautiful up close

Eric?!?

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ERIC!!!

My delusions vanished. I stood up as fast as a bolt of lightning after hearing my Teacher shouting out my name. How fast could I even get, I banged my knee on the desk. My bone went straight for it, atleast it's not broken."Owwww", I screamed, Embarrassing. The whole class had their face towards me. They laughed. It is very embarrassing, when you are the only one being laughed at. A little smile emerged on Mabel's face, her eyes attached to mine, her quiet laugh took me out of my embarrassment. I don't care about the class, if I could see her smile.

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(This is me, Eric Russel, and this is my STORY that I'm narrating to you. And you, you are my audience. The one in my mind, whom I usually talk to. I don't know if you're a male or a female, you just exist in my mind. Now, wash your ears, you are about to hear the most fabulous love tale of this century. MINE)