Amy's question repeats itself in my mind over and over, getting louder and then quieter. My heart pounds in my ears and overall, it's all just giving me a massive headache. 'Do I like her?'
Before I can even think about what I was saying, I blurt it out. "Yes. I like you. I really, really like you."
'Damn it, I sound desperate now,' I think to myself. Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I wait for her reaction. 'I bet she doesn't even like me back and she was just creeped out.'
The next thing that happens is a total surprise to me.
Amy steps forward, wrapping her arms loosely around my waist and pulling me closer to her. Then she kisses me; a simple, gentle kiss. It only lasts a few seconds, but when she steps away from me, all I can do is stare at her.
"I-I..." Trailing off, I force my mouth shut. It had been hanging open in shock ever since she'd let go of me. Nothing I could say could express my emotions right now.
'Did that really just happen?' I ask myself. I have the longing to pinch my arm to check but I decide not to.
She stares at me for a few minutes, not moving or blinking whatsoever. After a moment or two more, she suddenly starts moving again.
"I should get going," she tells me, her face blushing a heavy red. I nod stiffly, watching her as she picks up her backpack and swings it carefully over her thin shoulders.
She pulls her blonde hair into a quick ponytail before starting the walk down the alley. Before she reaches the end, she turns back around. "And Cam?"
"What?" I ask, trying to clear up the mass of confusion and happiness going through my mind.
"I've liked you for a long time now. All that hatred... it was always because I thought you hated me, too," she says.
I open my mouth to respond, thinking that she was about to leave; instead, she rushes over to me and gives me another quick kiss. Then she darts away, down the alley and around the corner, leaving me standing alone in the middle of the alley with a dumbfounded look on my face.