:-: Checking Notes :-:

'Do you like me? Check yes or no.'

She couldn't believe she had sunk to this level — asking him if he liked her through a note of all things. She was scared of rejection. Scared that he'd turn her down.

It wasn't like her to take the less blunt route — she had a tendency to normally be a straight forward person — but this… this was all new to her. These feelings, those looks;everything about this.

It confused her to no end, and honestly, she hated that feeling. Couldn't it be better if she just hated him, thus, none of these unusual feelings would be aroused?

However, that was a problem; she couldn't hate him. It was nearly impossible. As much as she tried to think of something, there was nothing at fault she could find.

He seemed perfect, at least in her eyes.

But what was she in his?

Multiple times, people — her friends, his friends — asked her if she liked him. But she couldn't admit it. So she said no.

This worried her greatly. If she couldn't admit she liked him to herself, how in the world would she be able to tell it to he, himself?

Therefore, she took the immature way: notes.

She still couldn't believe she had written that. It was just so… un-personal and she couldn't pour any of the wild emotions she was feeling into those mere, eight words.

Sure, if he said no, her heart would hurt less, but quite frankly, if someone asked her if she liked them in a note, she'd check no, just because of the way they asked.

She hoped he would react differently than she would.

A part of her wanted him to say no. Maybe then, her fluttering heart wouldn't be impatient, or well, fluttery, any longer. Maybe then, she'd be able to move on from him.

But what if he said yes? What then?

Would he work up the courage to ask her out? Would she get over the embarrassed, blushy feeling, and actually do what her heart wanted her to?

Or would she cower, listening to mind, over her aching heart?

She couldn't decide. She just couldn't.

Her head dropped into her hands, as she sat in her seat, the wait for him to respond to the note, completely agonizing. Was he disgusted by her, as she was with herself, for asking him this way? Was he purposely not responding, to make her wait, and be punished, for whatever reason?

A hand tapped her lightly on the shoulder, and she jerked her head up, hoping it was him, returning the note.

But no, it wasn't. All it was, was a girl who had asked to borrow her text book for a moment. She subconsciously glanced over to the table where he was sitting, immediately blushing when she caught him staring at her.

Could it actually be true? Could he actually like her?

Once, her friend had told her that she could tell that he did, simply by the way he looked at her. Was that the look? Her eyebrows furrowed. That's the way he's been looking at her all year — nothing different.

The bell rang, and he winked slightly at her, cutting off their staring session, making her all the more confused. She watched him leave, before she gathered her own belongings with a grudging sigh.

A piece of paper slipped out of the textbook, and curiously, she picked it up.

Her eyes roamed across the paper, for only a second, before a small smile broke out on her face.

'Yes.'