It started with a smile...

We were two halves of the same heart.

Meant to be.

Pulling at each other's gravity.

We needed to be together but stuck waiting for the right time.

And finally, it came.

It started with a smile.


2. Rejected

And then, on our first day back in year ten, everything changed. I was sitting in Maths and suddenly Amy Whitehall tapped me from behind and chucked a scrunched up note at me. It bounced off my chair and I had to scramble to pick it up before Mr. Morrison spotted it.

At first, I thought it was a note for me to pass on so I tapped the kid in front of me but I was a quick hiss from Amy let me know it was for me. I opened it and my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t feel my feet and it took me about five minutes to recollect myself and remember what had happened. Harry had asked me out.

I racked my brains trying to think straight. Harry…Harry Silverstein? He was good looking, he was popular beyond belief, every girl fancied him and every boy envied him, literally. Why would he ask me out? I mean, I knew a lot of people and I wasn't exactly, ugly but still...the two of us were an unlikely pair. I realised I had to answer so I weighed up my options; if I went out with him, the whole school would know about it, about me. Some would love me, some would hate me but everyone, e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e would envy me. No doubt about that.

There was a checkbox comically placed underneath the question. Yes or No?  I felt compelled to say yes but what would my motive be? To get popular? To be envied? Cos I sure didn’t love him.  Usually, I would shake my head at people like that- shallow and spiteful but he was the first boy to ask me out, the first boy to send me a love note, the first boy to tell me he loved me…suddenly, my heart surged and I ticked the box without a second thought.

I was about to pass it back the way it came when the bell went loudly. My heart sank; this meant I was going to have to go face him as I gave him his answer.  Everyone was packing up and desperately racing for the classroom door. There was noise from the hallway as pupils headed to their next lesson, chatting endlessly as our teacher stuck her head out the classroom, screeching at us about our homework due next lesson.

I quickly snatched up the opportunity to approach Harry, my voice drowned out by the chorus of others.

“Ermm…Harry?” I tried to control my stammer as I stood in front of his desk.

“Madison” He said softly. My name rolled off his tongue in such a way it was if he was whispering it.

“Your note…I-I..ermm…got it” I replied

His perfect eyebrows raised, in hope, I suspected. I licked my lips awkwardly. 

"I just wanted to let you know...that, my answer is...yes, I guess" 

"What do you mean?" He cocked his head slightly, 

"Your note..." I held up the crumpled paper in my slightly damp hand. Harry took it from my fingers and unfolded it slowly. He studied it for a few seconds before looking up into my eyes. 

"I didn't write this" He shrugged, before returning the note, slinging his backpack onto his shoulder and brushing past me. 

I felt a lump in my throat as I stood rooted to the spot, trying to recollect myself. I tore up the paper and grabbed my bag, willing myself not to cry.

Humiliated didn't even begin to describe how I felt. 

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