Close my eyes

Bla-dink. Oh look, I got an email. Let's see, spam, mom, facebook... Miss Brenda?

Curious, I clicked on the header and proceeded to explore the contents of the unexpected message.

"Lesley, this is pretty self-explanatory. Mrs. B"

What did I do now? Not turn in a test? Wait.. there's an attachment. From Caleb? What the heck?

My curiosity turned to suspicion. Suspicion to blushing. From blushing to nausea.

In what could be called tender words, Caleb explained to me how much he'd been looking forward to the end of the school year, then it hit him he'd probably never see me again. That he'd, "miss [my] sighs, facial expressions, witty humor," etc.

Honestly, I'd never felt more exposed, more sickened... except for that time that dude decided to kiss me... that was gross.

Needless to say, I didn't reply. Quickly as I could, I clicked the red x in the top right corner of my window and buried myself, fetal position, in my bedcovers. True, I'd feared it all year that something like this would happen, but never really expected it to I guess.

He was too sheltered, too clean. Too... something. Not to say I go for the bad boy, but someone with a little more spunk PLEASE. And perhaps I'm too mean. Or perhaps just particular about everything. Overly sweet and ugh, he brought me CHOCOLATES. If I don't give you the go ahead, don't push it. I will end up pushing you away. Really fast.

All right, now that's over with...