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Chapter 3

"Well, so I don't really know how to put this. And I want to be completely honest with you so you know what you were put into here. So here is the question: will you go out with me—like boyfriend, girlfriend?"

Nothing but car beeps and sounds fill the air. Silence.

"I, uh-"

"Wait don't answer yet," Will interrupted, putting a hand onto my shoulder. "I don't want to feel guilty... You're a really nice girl and I hadn't really paid attention to you before......before I was dared to ask you out." He tightened his eyes closed, dreading my response.

"Will, it's..it's alright. I-I kind of knew that all this was a kind of joke, okay?" I turned around, feeling oddly numb inside and began to walk away.

"Wait, Charlotte!" Will shouted, grabbing onto my shoulder to make me stop. "Charlotte, I mean I don't really know you well but I think that you're really cute and your smile and laugh are really charming and....I don't know; I just really like you. Can I just have one chance? Maybe? I'm really sorry if I hurt you."

I pursed my lips, deep in thought. I didn't know how to decide whether to say yes or no. I maybe liked Will but I didn't know anything about him. He could've just been playing more tricks on me and I wouldn't have known. This could've all just have been some arrogant popularity game that Will needed to win and I could've just been the victim. Yet, he seemed so serious about it.

I sighed. Maybe if I helped Will out, he wouldn't have to bother me anymore. I'd just have to stay out of the drama and the gossip, and just help him win the dare or whatever he needed to occur.

"Yes," I breathed out. "But I'm only doing this to help you out. You, uh, don't have to lie to me anymore."

"Thank you, but I'm not lying to you. I promise," he stated sincerely.

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I went home feeling confused again. I couldn't decipher what the purpose of the dare was or what Will wanted from me. If he truly was being candor then did he really like me?

I then shook my head, flustered from what happened. It was such a lighthearted conversation that turned into something I had never expected to experience. I was so surprised that I actually survived through the whole situation. I wasn't all that shy towards Will. Well maybe a lot but not as much as I would be towards someone else. Maybe it was because of his sudden outburst of energy that brightened the atmosphere, but I was not completely sure of what made me feel so much more confident than usual. But that night, I tried to just shrug it off.

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The next day, I walked into class seeing the same Will I saw yesterday, the day before, and the day before except this time things were different. The atmosphere didn't seemed revolved around one person, instead it was revolved around the both of us. I wasn't sure if it felt good or just more awkward, like the sticky, humid feeling you get when it rains in the summer.

I felt anxious. My stomach hurt. It felt as if it was getting twisted from the inside out. I maybe wanted to cry but of course I couldn't. It would only make matters worse than it needed to be.

"Hey, Char," Will said brightly, a wide smile on his face, but I couldn't find the spark to smile back.

I continued to walk up the aisle. "Hey," I remarked weakly. I didn't feel like making conversation. I felt completely numb inside and so lost that I couldn't find my way back to my thoughts. The last thing I wanted to do was to make a fool out of myself in front of my own boyfriend. Everything just felt so out of place.

"What's wrong?" Will asked genuinely, as I sat down into my usual seat. He turned around so he was able to see me, but I avoided his eyes as I got my writing utensils and materials prepared for class, yet internally I knew I wasn't prepared for anything.

"Nothing," I mumbled under my breath and tried to hold back tears. I just wasn't emotionally stable that day and I think it was from the anxiousness I got from realizing my social situation.

"Charlotte, I know we don't know each other that well, but you can tell me," he told me softly.

"Will, I'm fi-ne," I replied shakily, looking down at my journal. Tear drops soon fell onto the fragile paper, quickly soaking it up, and distorting the words written in black pen ink.

"Char-"

"Will, please," I whispered, quickly wiping away my tears.

It took me everything to not break down in class that day.