He came up to me in math class yesterday...
My heart was fluttering...
I could hear it pounding and the noise only became louder and louder as he came closer to me.
His hair was bouncing in a rhythmic pattern that went along with his proud step.
He winked and my face felt like it was on fire.
It all felt so surreal. Too good to be real.
He hopped onto my desk with a smile showing off the dimples on his cheek and the way his eyes glistened against the sun's rays.
"Hey!", he said with a smooth smirk.
"He-y", I swallowed back the lump that unknowingly clogged my throat.
"I was wondering if you wanted to come to my party tonight..
everyone is gonna be there."
I hesitated, but mustered and answer. "I'd love to!"
I was not going to refuse that invite.
And with that, he said, "See you tonight cutie."
& left the same way he approached me, with a wink & a smile.
I wish I never got so happy, when he called me cute.
I wish I knew that cute to him meant naive.
Becuase last night was the worst day of my life.
But, hey he called me cute, right?