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 “Just do it,” Maribel said to me as we walked to Ms. Cornwell’s classroom. “I mean, what is the worst thing he can do?” I pondered the possibilities. Would he tell me that I was ugly, or my breath stunk? “Stop! I didn’t mean that. He won’t even care about that stuff. He’s just a stupid middle school kid who you like.”

I exhaled my breath shakily. “Are you sure?”

“I know.”

“Thanks,” I said suddenly relieved. It really was cool that I had the bestest friend in the world. Who else could I trust not to tell my crush that I liked him? Who else could comfort me before I asked out the “love of my life,” Daniel Baker? Only Maribel Jensen. I meet her on Mix-It-Up Day, the stupid school event that our new principle made up. Nobody even participated in it, and sat where they were supposed to; Maribel was sitting with her two best friends, Kendra and Tiffany, when I sat down next to them holding my bright pink slip of paper. They looked at me like I was an idiot. Who really did pay attention and not ditch the paper once nobody was watching, they probably thought of me. Being an A student with perfect grades, I did what I was supposed to do, and I sat at my designated table.

A cheery brunette volunteer came over to us and told us to start to talk to each other and ask each other questions about each other. I volunteered to go, and the volunteer, Marty, gave me a slip of paper with questions. I asked; she answered. We switched. We had almost every thing in common. I tried to speak to her during school because we had so much in common, but she refused me at every attempt she could. But, I was persistent and kept going at her. She eventually gave in, and we became friends. The friendship spiraled and now we are best friends.

“Come on now, Stacy,” she said pulling my arm towards the classroom. “He won’t say no to you.”

“How do you know that,” I challenged her persistently. “He might say no to me….”

Maribel looked me in the eyes. “Stacy,” she said, “I know him. He won’t say no to you. Everybody knows that he likes you and you like him. It’s so fairy-tale like. Don’t you get it?” she asked.

I smiled. “Okay, okay,” I hear myself saying. “I’ll ask him after Ms. Cornwell’s class.” Maribel smiled. “I’ll give him a note during Ms. Cornwell’s class. Happy?”

“Now I am,” she replied.

We walked into Ms. Cornwell’s classroom awaiting the upcoming math class and of course dreading or waiting for the response note from Daniel. Maribel started talking as if nothing was happening at the moment. “You know that new girl, Shana?” I’d nod so she would think that I actually was paying any attention to what she was droning on about. “She is nasty! Yesterday she tried to steal my boyfriend. I mean, seriously! Nobody ever tries to steal my boyfriend like that,” she said. I nodded again.

“Wait,” she said realizing I wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying at the moment. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Uh-huh,” I say.

Ms. Cornwell walks out of her classroom. “Hello Maribel. Hello Stacy. Welcome to math class.”

“Hello Ms. Cornwell,” we say. Ms. Conwell smiles at us as we talk our seats in front of the class. The bell rings, and she takes her place in front of her podium in front of the class.

Well,” she says, “let us start with the class work. Go to page 237 and do all the questions.” The class moans as usual but takes out their textbooks and start to work. Maribel nudges me. I shrug and rip a piece of paper out of my pink notebook. I began to write.

 

Dear Daniel,

You probably know that I like you. It’s true, I was wondering if maybe, just maybe, you want to go to the dance with me. I understand if you don’t like me; a lot of people don’t. So, just sign your name underneath my name or don’t sign this paper at all. By the way, I’m not some obsessive freak who does Voodoo like Angela said I do. She’s a HUMONGUS liar just so you know…

Stacy McCrae.

 

I crumpled the paper up and wrote a small heart in my red pen. I kissed it, leaving a mark with my cherry-colored lip gloss. Everything had to be perfect for when Daniel got the note. Maribel nudged me again on the side of my leg.

“Let me read it,” she mouthed. I handed it to her.

She read it. She smiled.

“It’s so adorable,” she mouthed and passed the paper to Ginger who was sitting behind her. Ginger passed it to Harold who passed it to Hailey sitting next to him. She opened it and laughed.

Ms. Cornwell walked up to her desk. “Excuse me young lady! What do you have in your hands at this moment? Do you want me to show the whole class?” Hailey nodded still laughing.

“Go ahead,” she said. “You know that it’s appropriate to do that.” She laughed once more.

Ms. Cornwell snatched the note, and put it on the projector for everybody to see it. I covered my face with both of my hands. This was not supposed to happen. At least not like this. This was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me.

The note was on the whiteboard for all to see.

I heard an angelic voice from the back of the room say, “I’d love to.”

I turned around in my seat. “What?” I asked suspiciously. Is this an evil joke somebody was playing on me for fun, I thought.

“I said, ‘I’d love to.’” My breathing stopped. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

I choked out the words, “Yes.”