To all the girls I’ve ever loved: part two

Chapter two

Weeks, months. She was the only thing that I looked forward to, and my teacher too. She rallied for me when I went for class prefect, held my hands when I failed my tests, and copied notes for me when I was sick. I did the same, but I felt she gave more to the relationship.

I felt the time was right, to tell her how I feel.

It was the end of the term. I came up 12/45, the best result I had in years.  She came up second, just behind James with a really close average. She saw me and ran to me. She seemed happy.

So, how was it?” she looked at me expectantly.

12th, one of the best results I’ve had in years,” I replied and smiled back. She hugged me. I’ve never had the feeling in years, I felt love. The love of a friend. I wanted this to last, I wanted more.

I love you” I blurted. She smiled, said nothing, and walked away. I was scared, I must’ve really messed up this time, who messes up things with his first crush?

“Hey! I’m sorry” I called out as she walked away. She looked back at me with tears in her eyes. I was confused. Did she like me too? Why was she crying? What the heck was going on?
“Don’t ever be sorry for telling someone you love them” she said as she put her hands on my shoulder. I was confused. Does that mean she likes me too?

“Jemima! Let’s go!” I heard her parents call as they picked up her younger brother’s result.

I never saw Jems again.