Chloe says I’m overreacting. “He just got distracted,” she said. “You’re the one he lent his pen to.”
That’s it. No drama. No declaration. Just a small, kind act.
I excused myself, went to the bathroom, and cried a single, perfect tear. Then I ate a stale granola bar.
Okay, so today I learned two things. One: Mr. Henderson, the new Physics teacher, thinks “energy cannot be created or destroyed.” Two: My heart has apparently disproven this theory because it just created a massive, fluttering, ridiculous amount of energy from absolutely nothing. Chloe says I’m overreacting
“Because,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “I like the rain. And I think… I think I like you more.”
happened.
Caleb is the captain of the debate team. Tall, quiet, wears sweaters with elbow patches. I’ve known him since we were kids, but he’s always been… furniture. Reliable, comfortable, there. Today, I forgot my umbrella in the library. He was leaving, saw me staring at the rain, and just handed me his without a word. No drama
But Liam is different. He reads fantasy novels during lunch. He doesn’t try to be cool. He is cool, just by not trying.
But I saw it, Diary. The physics of attraction. And I wasn’t the mass in his orbit.
I’m not a goldfish, Chloe. I’m a hurricane. I excused myself, went to the bathroom, and
It’s honest. Who says that?
An hour later, I found Caleb in the art room, sketching a raven. I sat down across from him. My hands were shaking.
Later, Chloe saw me smiling at my phone. “Who is it?” she demanded.