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“Good morning class!”Mr. Peterson exclaimed, completely surprising me and cutting me off at the same time.

Great. Just, great.

She looked at me with her piercing eyes. Her eyes which was full of meaning. Full of curiousity and maybe a bit disappointed that I didn’t tell her. But it mainly screamed “TELL ME AFTER CLASS, OR ELSE.”

I gulped as we did our daily routine of bowing to the teacher and greeting them a good morning.

 

Yes, a good morning, indeed.

 

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Our days went by in a blur. And I’ve been helping him. But everytime I bring out the topic. Everytime I bring out his name as our main topic, a moment of rush comes through me as if I’m being burned inside-out. And she’d always tell me that I looked red at the mention of his name and tease me.

Why is this so hard?

“Class…” Mr. Peterson, our homeroom teacher started the discussion. “Prom night is quickly coming. We should prepare for it. What do you guys say?” he continued as he sat on his stool, looking at each one of us, as if searching for a suggestion. Then his eyes landed on mine.

“Ms. Elle? Any suggestions?” I darted my eyes at him. Slowly squinting with my stoic face.

I couldn’t care any less for it. Prom? Well, I couldn’t even come even if I wanted to, which is never. But Nath’s been pestering me with the topic for a whole week. Asking me incoherent questions which responds to a yes or no. I can’t actually let her down, specially now that I’ve promised to him. That I’m gonna be their cupid for the night.

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“So,” she called out as I stopped playing with my food and faced her. “I know who’s your lucky guy to the prom. It’ll probably be—“ I shut her up with a slice of bread before she even speak of it.

“See, you already look red and I haven’t even mentioned his name yet.” She chuckled as she ate the bread and I stared intently at the food infront of me.

I’ve told her.

I’ve, somewhat, changed.

Since the day I told her I felt something weird. That I feel like burning inside. Like my ownself can’t contain my heart when he’s near. That everytime he calls my name, I tend to blush— which is too gay so I’ll just say that I tend to feel my face heat up.

It was unexpected.

It was unnoticed.

I never could have thought.

The Ice princess melted…

 

 

And she melted, hard.