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We sit here enjoying our meal as our conversation stayed pretty much centered on her plans to leave for Russia and her upcoming schedule and how my work was going. I work with my Dad so as Vice President I have a lot of responsibilities but my schedule is pretty flexible as to when I need to be in the office. But as much as I enjoyed talking about our careers there was something else on my mind I needed to know.
“Bette?…When did you realize you were in love with me?” I ask and waited with bated breath for her answer
She finishes sipping her wine before setting the glass back down on the table. She smiles at me so sweetly as if she is remembering the exact moment
“Well…I had liked you since the first day I saw you trying to open my locker thinking it was yours. You were just so adorable” she says looking at me fondly…Damn why have I never noticed the way she looks at me. She has looked at me like this before but I would totally dismiss it..I inwardly sigh as she continues “But …I knew the day I came out to you…..I was avoiding you that day because I had come to the realization that I was hopelessly in love with you” she chuckles nervously as she cuts into a piece of her fish with her fork and takes a bite
Shit…I remember that day and if I’m honest I think it was also the time I really started having stronger feelings for her. I remember that day vividly
8 years ago
Bette has been acting so weird all day. I don’t know what her problem is. She barely talked to me at lunch and wouldn’t make eye contact with me the entire day. I don’t know what I did wrong but I’m going to find out as I wait for her to finish up her basketball practice. I’m sitting outside in front of the gym doors with my back propped up against a pilar..My legs are stretched out and crossed at my ankles.
I hear the gym door open and look up watching the girls start to walk out and there she appeared with her gym bag over her shoulder and talking with Carla who saw me sitting on the sidewalk. Bette had her back to me and I could see Carla point in my direction which made Bette turn her head and once she locked eyes with me she smiled nervously. What the fuck is up with her?…