One day, as I was waiting in front of my classroom for the teacher to come and

open the door for us, I happened to catch a glimpse of a cute girl from the other school
who was also waiting for teacher. So this continued nearly every day, I get to my class
early just so I could get a chance to look at the cute girl before she entered her class. I
think I did it often enough where she eventually recognize me, because one day I came
across her Facebook page and recognized from the pictures that she was the same girl.
Thirteen year-old me said, “What the heck? I’ll leave a message.” I said, “Hey, you look
familiar? Do you go to Saint Joan of Arc?” She said, “Yeah! You go to St. Marcellinus
right?” Quietly I mumbled to myself, “I been noticed.” And that was the start of a new
friendship. We started meeting up before our first classes, and although they were
short, I cherished it. We even began strategically planning the paths we took to our next
classes just so we could briefly run into each other. She gave me this nickname, Kev,
and it just stuck with me and so I called her Jazz and turns out she liked it. We talked
about what hobbies we do and how we spend our free time. She found my art really
impressive and having her support really made me want to do better and improve my
skills. I still remember her saying, “Kev, if you ever become a famous artist, don’t forget
me.” Eventually we found ourselves talking every day, whether it’s at school or online. I
really liked her but was it worth the risk of spilling my feelings and possibly making our
friendship awkward? I mean, I was happy where we were. We shared personal secrets
with each other, she came to me whenever she had problems; I came to her with mine.