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Friday, February 11

How My Annual Suckfest (a.k.a Valentine's Day) Suddenly Became Something to Look Forward To

It's homebase, and Francisco, Megan, Manny, and I are playing Scrabble on Manny's iPhone. Megan starts talking about the Sweethearts' Ball and how much she wanted me to see her dress. I went on, jokingly saying that I could pass by, and she could wait for me outside just to show me her dress. Then Francisco turns around and says, "I need to talk to you after class." I squeal inwardly.

Then the bell rings. I take my time getting my stuff together, forgetting for a minute that Francisco has to tell me something during break. He waits at the door and says, "Come on!" I hastily put on my bag and walk outside.

He leads, I follow. I'm thinking "Where is he gonna take me?" when he turns around spontaneously and asks, "Are you busy tomorrow night?"

I smile like the dork that I am and manage to let out a "No." Then he says something to the effect of, "Do you wanna come with me to the Sweethearts' Ball?" I nod my head vigorously.

"I've been waiting," I begin. I quickly reprimand myself for starting to say such an awkward sentence. I realize it's too late to take back what I said. "I've been waiting for you to ask me," I let out nervously with a smile, trying my best to make this as least awkward as possible.

I think he laughs at this. He then says something about buying me a ticket today. And then he put his arm around me. (I'm so dramatic, I know.) We walk like this for a few seconds (we're just turning the corner from the foreign language department to the library hallway area) until I can suppress it no longer. I stop walking with him, and I start running in the opposite direction, toward the staircase nearest the foreign language classes. I spot Megan and, half-hysterically, call out her name and break off into a run.

When I reach the staircase, I have this huge dorky smile on my face, and I say breathlessly, "He just asked me to the Sweethearts' Ball!" She squeals, I giggle, and the whole thing must look really weird to any passersby. Anyway, she holds me in a tight hug all the way to Mrs. Shiroma's class, where I proceed to tell my amazing English teacher the news. She smiles.

Then Megan half-drags, half-walks me to Ms. Terbio's class, where I end up telling Ruzelle, Sabrina, and Nikki. They're all pretty happy for me. Except Nikki, but that's because she doesn't know the guy. Ruz and Megan go off into a "Didn't I tell you?!" - "Didn't I call this MONTHS ago?!" The whole thing is chaos. Happy chaos. Sabrina leans close and says, "I'm super happy for you. I know if I let go though, I'm not gonna be able to calm down again," or something. She pulls out a comb from her pocket and shows me how tightly she's been holding onto it. I chuckle.

I take off my scarf, either because it suddenly got really hot or I was having a hard time breathing. Probably both.

Then the bell rings for second period, and we make our way to Mr. Quiambao's class. We spot Blue along the way, and we tell her the news. She's happy for me also. Outside of Quiambao's class, we meet up with Red and Manny and tell them. They seem to be confused or something. I don't know.

When finally inside the classroom, I tell Josh. He's like, "Wow. That's late, isn't it?" I can't help but agree.

I text Elisa. I text my mom. I update my Twitter.

The bell rings for lunch. I see Manny and Red and Tori and Stanley and Arresa walking. I jog to catch up. Tori says something about index card letters and that she expects to see me tomorrow. I say something that hints at my attendance, and she's like, "Really?" Manny nods and tells her who my date is. She's ecstatic.

I finally get to Mrs. Shiroma's class, and CJ and Elisa and Danielle are in there. I open my netbook, realize how messy my hair is, and ask CJ for a comb. I go to the restroom and am just halfway done with my hair when Megan walks in. I'm smiling, and she sees it. I tell her how excited I am, and she knows it. When she's done peeing, she and I talk about hairstyles. We're both still unsure.

When I'm once again in Shiroma's class, Elisa and CJ are forced to listen to my story. We all agree that I'm a huge dork. I know it.

Then I'm pushed to call my parents, so I do. My mom texts me back later and asks "Does that mean he likes you?" We all agree that I get my dorkiness from my mom (bless her heart). I text back saying I have no idea. I really don't.

I call my dad. He's just like, "Okay."

Third period was uneventful. I didn't really wanna give him eye contact. I did, however, ask him to pass a map of Tori's house to Josh. That's about it.

After school, he IMs me, saying that he's going to call me after practice. I fall asleep. I go out to the kitchen to talk to my mom about it. I come back in, and my cellphone is vibrating. "Impeccable timing," I think to myself. I answer, and he says that most likely his mom is going to take us. Then he suggests Arvie and Tori too. I two-way Tori, and she suggests Arresa.

After that awkward phone call, I go on FB for a little while until I'm called to "family meeting". My mom's being all weird about the rides issue, and she keeps asking me to iterate the details. My dad admits that I should never do that again -- call him while I'm at school. He says he was scared and worried. Oh, parents.

And that leaves me to where I am now. Still in front of the computer. :)
Still so very excited. :D

BTW, Elisa, my closest friend, will be accompanying me tomorrow night. I can't wait.



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