Rummaging my drawer for Literature notes was a futile attempt. I must left it in my locker. I took out my Biology textbook and started revising on locomotion. All the diagrams and terms were swimming in my head. All I could think about was Brian, Brian and more Brian. This was getting hopeless. I have to get a grip on myself!

I turned on the radio and flopped down on my comfortable bean bag. I closed my eyes and indulged myself in the likes of the Lighthouse Family. I nearly dozed off when I heard the phone ringing.

No prize for guessing who, it was Him.

He was breaking down. Choking on his tears. Poor Brian. Isabelle had already gotten herself a new beau. Some footie player from another school. What an ass.

I tried my best to console him naturally. Maybe he would realise my inner charms. Okay, so it was hopeful wishing on my part.

It was long before he was sobbing like a child who’s been deprived of his lollipop. I didn’t know what to do, I’d never had a guy cry in front of me!

So I just kept quiet and waited for him to calm down before saying anything.

When he did stop, I asked him if he was feeling any better. He didn’t say anything. I think he was probably too embarrassed to talk. So I seized the chance and asked him out.

"Listen Brian, wanna go to the park for a walk or something? We could just have ice cream and sit there and watch the kids play."

"Hmm… okay. I’ll be at your doorsteps in half an hour’s time than."

So our very first date was set. I was elated but on the other hand, I was worried that he might just go on about Isabelle this and Isabelle that and worse still, start crying all over again.

I went to my room and took out almost all the clothes in my wardrobe, checking them out one by one. I ended up wearing a tank top and baggy shorts. I figured I had to look casual enough.

Sure enough, thirty minutes later, Brian showed up at my doorsteps. He was wearing jeans and a basketball jersey, looking as gorgeous as he is. His eyes were slightly red and puffy and he looked worn out. Oh well, he’s all mine for the date!

He only said hi and didn’t uttered a single word as we were walking to the park. I was dying to tell him about my crush on him. but this was definitely not the right time.

We sat on one of those park benches facing the children’s playground. Both of us didn’t say anything. We just sat there like complete dummies, each lost in our own world of thought.

Out of the blue, he just turned to me and kissed me. When his lips locked onto mine, everything just felt so right. I haven’t had a lot of practice kissing but man, he brought out the best in me!

We stopped when I got breathless. His mouth was still on mine, and he opened his crystal blue eyes and peered into mine. I was mesmerised. Beyond words.

He was the first to break the silence. "Sorry. I know I must look like such an ass. Crying over Izzy and then kissing you."

"No you’re not. You’re the sweetest, nicest guy I’ve ever known." I left out the bit about me liking him thought. (As if I weren’t subtle enough!)

"You’re a lovely girl. You’re different from all the cheerleaders. All they care about is fashion and looking good. Izzy was like them, maybe better." When he mentioned her name, I could hear sadness in his tone.

"Brian, I… I…" Should I come straight out and tell him? "I like you, Brian. A lot. Since grade nine." I blurted out.

He gave me an incredulous look. "You’re kidding! Three years!" He grinned at me. "Didn’t know I had so much charm."

I told him everything. "You sure do. To me at least. I’ve been waiting for that kiss for forever. And I nearly died after talking to you."

Brian ran his hand through my shoulder-length brown hair. A tingling sensation went down my spine. He planted a tender kiss on my cheek. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling so safe and warm in his arms.

"Maybe we could give this a try." Brian whispered into my ear.

It was the happiest moment of my entire life.

I clasped his hand tightly, afraid that he might let go. We sat there till sunset, walking the luminous orange rays disappear below the horizon.

The cliché comes in here. And we lived happily ever after.

You are the number person here.