You realise your crush is following you home. What do you do?
How do I escape? Think. Damn it, think!
My unreasonable options: I’m walking past a very convenient bush. Could I just jump in? He’s far back enough that I don’t think he would notice…
-Oh God, just run. Genuinely, just run, he’s getting closer! I could pass it off at school tomorrow. I wanted to start exercising, I was in my own world and never saw him behind me but just saw the walk home as an opportunity to get started. Surely that would work… wouldn’t it?
My reasonable options: Walk slower – we could have a chat, that would be nice – oh, but what if we have nothing to say?!
– Okay something different. Maybe I could walk a different way, as if I’d always planned to. Maybe I needed an extra long walk today. And there’s a shop on the way, he would never guess.
-Or maybe he would. I could call a friend. That would definitely look normal. Or Gran – I’d said I would call this week anyway. What better time to choose than when being hunted by my Mr Chiseled Jaw? Sigh, it is such a beautifully chiseled jaw. I’m distracted.
-Maybe I should confront him? Following is creepy. He’s definitely following me. He never walks this way — trust me I would have noticed. Usually we walk the same way until I branch off, taking the quieter back streets towards my house.
I choose slowing and chatting. The one least likely to have repercussions at school tomorrow.
Okay, stay cool. We can do this. No Georgia Nicholson crap here, please. Please.
He approaches. Very chill, calm and collected. As if this was the easiest thing in the world – ahh, if only. How are some people blessed with an inexplicable ability to talk to people they’re attracted to?
A smile, toothy and white, spreads across his face. There’s a sparkle in his brown eyes, and a hint of humour – not mocking but friendly, approachable. I relax a little.
We talk. The conversation is stunted at times, yes. And I won’t lie we talk about some weird crap, filling the voids of silence in a hurry and rushing on to each new subject in fear that we’ll run out of things to say about each thing. Driving theory tests, our Maths homework, people from school, even Downton Abbey makes an appearance in that short 15 minute walk.
And it was short, in the end. I like to think we both wanted it to continue longer. Especially taking that good-bye kiss into account.
My heart had raced as he leant in. My eyes fluttered closed and that moment I’d been dreaming of for so long I’m embarrassed to admit it – it happened. Finally!
The moment was interrupted. I was a little dazed, but aware enough to notice Ellie across the road. She was staring at us, fingers moving about her phone screen meanwhile. Quite a skill really.
I knew the kiss wasn’t a secret even as it happened, and so I leaned in again. Making the most of the moment while I still could.
As I did, it seemed Ellie had already called another of the girls from school.
“Hannah, you will NEVER guess what I’ve just seen…”
I could vaguely hear her voice as it disappeared down the road. But honestly I was a bit distracted. I’m sure I would care in the morning. Right now, though, I was perfectly happy getting on exactly as I was.