His Heartwarming Secret

"Girls, guess what? Ethan asked me out last night! Can you believe it?"

"No way!"

"Oh my gosh, finally!"

"Ethan grew some balls. It's about god damn time."

I clutch my gym bag to my chest, weaving my way through the crowd in the girls changing room. Half of the girls are undressed, parading around in their underwear without a care in the world. The conversation in the locker rooms always gives me a headache if I listen too long which isn't a surprise considering all the girls ever talk about is boys.

The latest discussion is Ethan and Melissa.

Ethan has been crushing on Melissa, the girls captain of the football team for months before he'd finally asked her out. Apparently their first date is going to be at Melissa's pool party she's hosting on the weekend.

That doesn't sound like much of a date to me . . .

I'm a hopeless romantic who spends endless hours watching stereotypical love movies on Netflix. Every single time a couple split, I blubber like a baby even though I predict it happening from the start. My ice cream or popcorn bowl always ended up mingling with my tears. . . Gross.

My idea of a first date would be something intimate yet simple. A chance for both of you to get to know each other without the presence of several others.

Somewhere quiet and romantic?

A restaurant maybe.

then there's always the worry of eating like a starved pig in front of your crush.

but it's out of sight and I'd choose that any day over everyone seeing my SpongeBob SquarePants

on the back in block white letters. I opted for the size that was two sizes bigger as showing what little shape

Underneath I'm wearing red and white stripe shorts completed with white socks and my trusty old converse. The entire school basically looks like the

up please!" Mrs Hollins yells loudly, attempting to grab the attention of the class. Everyone lazily walks over to her, continuing with their conversations. Mrs Hollins let out an annoyed breath, rolling her eyes. I watch as she raises the whistle to her lips before blowing into it. The shrill of the whistle catches me by

in line now!" Mrs Hollins screams, stomping her foot down onto the grass in a childish manner. She craved the students attention and

I join the end of it, keeping my distance from the two girls giggling on the end. Mrs Hollins eyes drift up and down each

up. I hold my hand up half heartedly, looking incredibly awkward. She

get the class footballs,

a heap on the floor in front of my feet. I simply look down at them and stare.

Hollins sighs, shaking her head. I bite my cheek hard,

with embarrassment and I resist making eye contact. I clutch the keys tightly, feeling the cold metal

down class!"

and I close my eyes, breathing in slowly and breathing out. Finally I reach the equipment room and try the first key inside the lock, no luck. There's around ten different keys and I glance down at them before sighing heavily. It takes me a

hands in front of me to stop myself falling. I can barely make out any shapes in

like

connect with the floor, landing painfully on my side. I wince and feel around, grabbing a metal pole from

of a teacher!" I curse Mrs Hollins, blinking back the

and I immediately freeze realising that I'm not alone.

"Hello?"

voice calls out again. I can vaguely make out his outline, tall

I hear him walk towards me, the shadow of his outstretched hand inches

"Take my hand, I