Vermillion
October 13th, 2008, 02:03 AM
Okay, right now Im in a situation of confusion, confidence, and some down home puppy love. Everything is all good n shizz but the issue here is the confusion...
Now, prepare yourselves for quite a long story. I'll try to paragraph and organize it to the best of my ability to make it not such a boring read...
Last year I was in the 10th grade and there was this kid named Taylor in one of my classes. I liked him. A lot. One day, or many days rather, we'd sit in class and I'd always make some vague connection from what may have been said by someone else to hit on him. We'd all laugh and such. So, point here is that it was all nice and dandy.
Then towards the end of the year, after numerous jokes between he and I and after I bought him some chocolate for Valentine's day, I finally mustered up enough courage to ask him for his number. He obliged. Alas, during spring break I went through a terrible depression and kinda-sorta accidentally called him around 15 times (It was becasue my best friend and I had planned to hang but he ditched me for a crabby whore). Needless to say, he told me to stay away from him...
And that was that until this year when I'd seen him in the hall. I went up to him to apologize for my obcessive behavior and once I did, he responed: "Pissed? No you didn't piss me off last year." I repeated my apology a litte awestruck that he could forget all of the calls from me. Hell, maybe he had his phone on silent. He however, stood that I didn't make him angry or irritated in the slightest.
Now let us fast forward one month after school had began. For a week or so I've been going up to him in the hallway stuttering "Hey Taylor, I need to ask you something... Eh, nevermind." He'd then just dismiss the odd gesture and move on. And then one day after lunch, one of his best friends came up to me and asked me "...Are you gay?" And me, being such an honest, truthful person told her a blantant "No". Obviously, hell if that woman would care if I were gay so I knew things were about to get interesting.
Fast forward to last Friday. After many weeks of self-doubt, I've gather 3.24 tonnes worth of stones and found Taylor after school to ask him the ultimate question which may destroy any chacnes of me being with him. I found him in the band hall walking behind a drove of other students trying to squeeze into the tight corridoor that lead to the band room. "Hey Taylor!" I said after finally catching up with him.
"Umm..." I let a sigh. "Do you like me?" He blinked as if mildly stunned by the question.
"Well... You're pretty cool I guess. You're a little annoying though." At that moment I could feel my heart fall 3 stories into my gut. I stared at him blankly. "Well, it's becasue you're random." He finished.
"Fair enough..." I muttered. Though the blow hurt me so, I wasnt the one to argue with truth. I pressed on for more answers. "So what was that 'wink' thing about last year?"
"What?" He blushed (At this moment we were far into the coridoor surrounded by band members. The perfect place for a rumor to start like a forest fire).
"Yeah ya' know, 1st period in Mr. Nelson's class last year." And, as if by divine intervention, or atmospheric phenomenon for that matter, the entire hall got quiet. His cheeks red, Taylor glanced at me and put his finger to his lips. After which, he motioned to all of the band members in front of us. "Oh..." I said, believing I knew exactly why talking about such matters wouldn't be a great idea. "Okay, then I'll just talk to you Monday. Bye."
"Bye." And with that, I walked off humming "Dirty Little Secret" in my head.
Phew, so that's that. But here's where the confusion comes in. There is indeed a great possibility that he does like me. I draw that conclusion from the fact that he DIDN'T say he doesn't like me when he had two opportunities that Friday to say so.
However, there is also an equal chance that he doesn't like me due to the fact that he's trying to not hurt my feelings. I mean, at least that's what happened last year when he told my friend Preston that he wanted me to leave him alone (He said that Taylor didn't want to be mean and tell me myself. Last year.).
And, the reason for such a long backstory is because the more information I provide, then hopefully I'll get a thorough answer. I mean really, I'm not sure what to do next week. I was planning on asking him to hangout but that seems too far gone seeing as I don't know too much about Taylor's feelings towards me. Should I just tell him how I feel about him? Should I just find a better time and re-ask the question of why did he wink at me? Or what? Thanks.
(P.S. By the way folks, our school's band is a machine of gossip and rumors. Everyday there is at least 1 rumor going around the band members about someone. It's quite pathetic =/)
Now, prepare yourselves for quite a long story. I'll try to paragraph and organize it to the best of my ability to make it not such a boring read...
Last year I was in the 10th grade and there was this kid named Taylor in one of my classes. I liked him. A lot. One day, or many days rather, we'd sit in class and I'd always make some vague connection from what may have been said by someone else to hit on him. We'd all laugh and such. So, point here is that it was all nice and dandy.
Then towards the end of the year, after numerous jokes between he and I and after I bought him some chocolate for Valentine's day, I finally mustered up enough courage to ask him for his number. He obliged. Alas, during spring break I went through a terrible depression and kinda-sorta accidentally called him around 15 times (It was becasue my best friend and I had planned to hang but he ditched me for a crabby whore). Needless to say, he told me to stay away from him...
And that was that until this year when I'd seen him in the hall. I went up to him to apologize for my obcessive behavior and once I did, he responed: "Pissed? No you didn't piss me off last year." I repeated my apology a litte awestruck that he could forget all of the calls from me. Hell, maybe he had his phone on silent. He however, stood that I didn't make him angry or irritated in the slightest.
Now let us fast forward one month after school had began. For a week or so I've been going up to him in the hallway stuttering "Hey Taylor, I need to ask you something... Eh, nevermind." He'd then just dismiss the odd gesture and move on. And then one day after lunch, one of his best friends came up to me and asked me "...Are you gay?" And me, being such an honest, truthful person told her a blantant "No". Obviously, hell if that woman would care if I were gay so I knew things were about to get interesting.
Fast forward to last Friday. After many weeks of self-doubt, I've gather 3.24 tonnes worth of stones and found Taylor after school to ask him the ultimate question which may destroy any chacnes of me being with him. I found him in the band hall walking behind a drove of other students trying to squeeze into the tight corridoor that lead to the band room. "Hey Taylor!" I said after finally catching up with him.
"Umm..." I let a sigh. "Do you like me?" He blinked as if mildly stunned by the question.
"Well... You're pretty cool I guess. You're a little annoying though." At that moment I could feel my heart fall 3 stories into my gut. I stared at him blankly. "Well, it's becasue you're random." He finished.
"Fair enough..." I muttered. Though the blow hurt me so, I wasnt the one to argue with truth. I pressed on for more answers. "So what was that 'wink' thing about last year?"
"What?" He blushed (At this moment we were far into the coridoor surrounded by band members. The perfect place for a rumor to start like a forest fire).
"Yeah ya' know, 1st period in Mr. Nelson's class last year." And, as if by divine intervention, or atmospheric phenomenon for that matter, the entire hall got quiet. His cheeks red, Taylor glanced at me and put his finger to his lips. After which, he motioned to all of the band members in front of us. "Oh..." I said, believing I knew exactly why talking about such matters wouldn't be a great idea. "Okay, then I'll just talk to you Monday. Bye."
"Bye." And with that, I walked off humming "Dirty Little Secret" in my head.
Phew, so that's that. But here's where the confusion comes in. There is indeed a great possibility that he does like me. I draw that conclusion from the fact that he DIDN'T say he doesn't like me when he had two opportunities that Friday to say so.
However, there is also an equal chance that he doesn't like me due to the fact that he's trying to not hurt my feelings. I mean, at least that's what happened last year when he told my friend Preston that he wanted me to leave him alone (He said that Taylor didn't want to be mean and tell me myself. Last year.).
And, the reason for such a long backstory is because the more information I provide, then hopefully I'll get a thorough answer. I mean really, I'm not sure what to do next week. I was planning on asking him to hangout but that seems too far gone seeing as I don't know too much about Taylor's feelings towards me. Should I just tell him how I feel about him? Should I just find a better time and re-ask the question of why did he wink at me? Or what? Thanks.
(P.S. By the way folks, our school's band is a machine of gossip and rumors. Everyday there is at least 1 rumor going around the band members about someone. It's quite pathetic =/)