C for Crush
Lucy checked her watch. She felt her pulse flutter in her throat with excitement.
Be calm, be calm, she recited in her head, but she couldn’t help from wiping her sweaty palms over her denims.
You can do it, she whispered to herself before pushing herself away from the wall she had been leaning against, waiting and overthinking things.
Biting her lip, she crossed the courtyard that was slowly getting crowded, not even glancing at the other students who were getting ready for the interval. Her gaze was focused on the blue classroom door at the opposite end of the courtyard that would open any moment to release a stream of boisterous boys and girls.
Shifting her focus for a few seconds, Lucy made sure her white blouse with the tiny red flowers sat just right. She adjusted the strap of her messenger bag with one hand while the other hand smoothed her chestnut-brown hair out of her slightly flushed face.
Today’s the day, she kept repeating in her mind while taking deep breaths.
The blue door opened and she quickened her pace. She knew exactly when he’d come out, and with whom, and where he’d go. She’d been watching him for weeks now, ever since that day when they had knocked into each other in front of the cafeteria, and he had smiled a dazzling smile – and stolen her heart. Patrick. Her crush.
A silly besotted grin crawled across her face, and she quickly composed herself. Timing her steps and lowering her head so nobody would see her peeking out from beneath her bangs, Lucy walked towards the classroom.
She heard his voice before she saw him. He was discussing their homework, enthusing about a Science project that he found thrilling. The energy and underlying laughter in his already deep, manly voice did funny things to her insides, making them all tingly as if butterflies were dancing in her stomach.
Lucy waited with bated breath. She dared a sneak peek at Patrick, at his tall and slim body and his shock of unruly blond hair falling to his shoulders.
When he had reached the right spot and she was close enough, she launched into action. Timing, it was all about timing…
The moment had come.
With a surprised, soft squeal she staggered as if she had stumbled or been pushed. She fell right in front of Patrick’s feet, just managing to break her fall safely with her hands.
Time stood still around them, frozen into a memory she’d never forget.
The next thing she knew, she could feel his hands on her arms and hear his voice so close that his breath ruffled her hair.
“Hey, are you alright?”
She looked up and they locked gazes. Suddenly time wasn’t frozen but stretched in an infinite moment filled with magic. Lucy blushed and blinked and muttered something incoherent, overcome by being in the presence of her crush.
Patrick smiled down at her, an unreadable expression in his sky-blue eyes.
“Oh, it’s you again. Looks like our paths keep crossing…”
She felt her blush deepen, knowing that this time fate had been helped along by her. When he pulled her up and checked her for injuries, she felt infinitely glad that she had plucked up enough courage to progress from just following him and watching his every move.
“What’s your name?” he asked, and she whispered her answer, suddenly shy.
Lucy was filled with so many hopes and such strange elation she thought she’d explode.
This post is linked to the Blogging from A to Z Challenge 2015.