Chapter 18 CRUSHES
We’re reading The Time Machine by H.G. Wells in our English class. I wish I had a time machine. I’d go back to the day of Marney’s accident and tell her not to play that fateful day. I’d say, “I’m Sam, your sister from the future. You need to listen to me...”
Maybe she’d laugh. But, then again, maybe when she saw the year-ago me and the future me in the same room, she’d listen.
Cong now thinks I am avoiding him because I haven’t stayed after school recently to do homework with him. I’ve been hard at work on my other projects. Besides, it wasn’t too long ago that he was avoiding me. Boys are weird.
“Are you avoiding me?” he asked me at lunch. One thing I like about Cong, he is direct.
“No, I’ve just been thinking a lot.”
“What does that mean? ‘Oh no.’”
“Whenever my mom says to my dad, ‘I’m thinking,’ it means my dad is in trouble. All the Chinese comes out and it gets pretty serious.”
“Well, first of all, I don’t speak Chinese yet and second of all, it’s not about you. Okay?” I felt bad because I kind of huffed and puffed all that out and he looked defeated. “I’m sorry.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “It’s not you, it’s me.”
“Are you breaking up with me? Because I didn’t even know we were going out.”
I laughed. “I’m too young to date. But if we were dating, I couldn’t break up with you. I like you too much.”
Cong blushed. “Uh, I gotta go now. See ya in class.” He got up and practically ran away. I kind of like the power I have over him. I wonder, If we had kids in twenty years would they end up being super-geniuses?
We sat in class listening to the teacher and then all of the sudden, I noticed, I was smiling and staring at the back of Cong’s head. Someone else noticed too because a kid in the back hit me with a crumpled piece of paper and then laughed while pointing at me. Ugh.
Luckily before anyone noticed the reason for it, the teacher, who was feeling interrupted, stopped the class and picked on that kid, “Kenneth! Go to the principal’s office for disrupting the class!”
Kenneth objected and the teacher just said, “Go!”
When all the students stopped looking at Kenneth and all of us began to look at the front of the class again towards the teacher, I noticed Cong didn’t look in front. He’d been looking at me and he still was. When I noticed this, I gave him a small wave and he jolted upright in his seat a little before quickly turning to look front.
I like him. I smiled.