First crush in high school: When I miss you, can I still call you?
These are things you told me later. At the time, my legs were weak, and my vision was dark, so I couldn’t even see who was in front of me.
I don’t know if this counts as fate, but later on, you were mysteriously assigned to our class. And on the first day, you played a playful joke on me.
I have to admit, I can be a bit silly. That day, I was fully engrossed in reading, while the mischievous you, sitting behind me, tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see a handsome face in front of me, with bright, sparkling eyes filled with warmth. You grinned, showing two adorable tiger teeth, and said, “Hi, how are you?” At that moment, I felt dizzy, and stupidly returned the smile. Perhaps in that very instant, I had already been captivated by you.
The laughter of our classmates around us made me realize something was off. My desk mate pointed to my back while laughing, and I suddenly understood. I reached out to touch my back and found a piece of paper stuck there. Feeling a little annoyed, I blushed as I took it off and looked at it. Instead of the usual “I’m a pig” or “I’m a fool” or “I’m a weirdo,” there were words that made my face flush even more: “I like you,” and there was even a phone number attached. I turned around to see you winking at me. I’m terrible with numbers; I can’t even remember my parents’ phone numbers. But after just one glance, I somehow memorized your number. Even now, though I haven’t called it in a long time, I still remember it.
At the time, I didn’t give it much thought. After all, the pressure of high school academics was heavy, and who would think of dating? I responded to your gesture with indifference, only treating you as a friend. Yet, I couldn’t help but secretly look at you. Especially if you didn’t show up for class, I would feel anxious and restless.
Days went by slowly but steadily, and you didn’t take any further steps. One time, a close friend of mine told me she had arrived at school sitting on the back of your bike. For some reason, I felt a bit upset, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of loss. Afterward, when I saw you, I started to avoid you, not even wanting to talk to you. You noticed and cornered me in the hallway, asking me why. I avoided your gaze, nervously twisting my fingers, unsure how to respond. I only softly muttered, “I’ve never sat on the back of your bike before…”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
