Nerve

Right place, right time is a luxury afforded to a select audience for a select time frame. Quickly, I fell out from the selection so that, by Monday morning, my luck was out.

I walked into school only slightly burdened by the sound. The memory was there, but it had been there for a while. This hadn't been the first time I'd heard the sound, and I expected it wouldn't be the last.

I walked to my locker, and put away my coat, after which, I headed to 1st period. Then, there was a tap on my shoulder and an anxious voice.

"Shay!" Caleb, and he had some nerve right then. I guess he had talked himself up, made things better again.

"Hey Caleb, what's up?" He stammered, and I found myself relieved that he might not say it. 'Don't speak, please don't do this,' I thought to myself. Telepathically pleaded, maybe.

"Oh, nothing really. Whatcha doing this weekend?" Oh holy frick.

"Um, volleyball, the birthday party, y'know?"

"Unhuh." He was slightly deterred now, but for some reason that made him more determined. "Would you want to go out with me sometime?" (>.<) Danggit.