December 5th – The Last Day of School
It's December 5th, the last day of school.
Checking the notice board for my results was nearly impossible with the crowd pressing in from all directions, so I decided to check them later. Instead, I walked over to my locker in the hallway, opened it, and—of course—there it was again.
Another letter.
Just as I was about to open it, Kyle appeared beside me.
"Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?" he asked, casually leaning against the locker next to mine.
I swear it wasn't me who said yes. I'm convinced he somehow controlled me into accepting his offer. Because, seriously… me?
As he walked away, I unfolded the letter.
"Hey, thanks, cutie."
"Thanks?"
I stared at the note, confused. Was my secret admirer really Kyle?
After school, I finally checked my results on the board.
English: 92.5% – A
Mathematics: 40% – F
Literature: 95% – A
Music: 98.2% – A
Biology: 89.3% – A
Not bad... except for math. Oh, how I hate that subject.
When I got home, I received yet another lecture from my mom. The moment she saw my F, she went on and on about how I needed to get an A in every subject. I've tried explaining to her a thousand times that math and I are sworn enemies, but does she ever listen? Of course not.
Later that evening, I sat on my bed, deep in thought.
"So, Kyle asked me out. But why?"
Oh, right—he's a flirt. He probably noticed I wasn't worshipping him like the rest of those brainless fangirls, so he decided to get my attention. Or… could he actually be interested in me?
Wait.
"What should I wear?"
I set my pen down and went straight to my wardrobe. After digging through my clothes, I pulled out a black fitted shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and my little blue denim jacket. For shoes? White sneakers.
Satisfied, I placed everything on my chair and went to bed.
The next evening, I sat in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection.
"What does Kyle even see in me?"
I examined my hair. Is it black? Or is it ash? I could never really tell. Ugh, there I go daydreaming again.
After a moment of hesitation, I tied my hair into a ponytail.
Finally ready, I headed downstairs.
"Mom, I'm going out!" I called as I stepped outside.
"Don't stay out too late, honey bear!" she called back.
By then, I was already climbing into Kyle's car.
He smiled at me.
"You look beautifully rocked today, Rockie."
I think I blushed a little.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
Kyle drove through the city, eventually stopping in front of a restaurant.
"Here," he said, stepping out.
He walked around to my side and opened the door for me like some kind of gentleman. But just as I stepped out—
"Ohhh!"
I slipped.
Before I could hit the ground, Kyle caught me, his arms securing me in place. For a brief moment, I froze.
He was too close.
For a second, I thought… was he going to kiss me?
Did we kiss?
…
Good night, diary.