3rd of November 2023🥀

"I'm gonna be honest with you man. I did not believe in you.This is a miracle!"

Dominique's grinning at me, his hands shoved in the pockets of his blue blazer just like me.

I've finally told him how yesterday went without sharing what was spoken between Olivia and I.

I believe that it's sacred in some way and it would be disrespectful to share what she tells me in private openly like I'm some journalist.

"It is,  isn't it?" I gush, trying to not smile too much. The dimples on my cheeks feel as though they are explosions of the happiness I feel inside.

" And to think. God saw this coming "

"Yeah" Dominique says, sighing wistfully. "All those times you would give her the googly eyes and then pretend like you weren't just gawking at her for three hours!"

"Mxm. Be realistic. It wasn't three hours probably five minutes."

He gave me a look.

"Okay maybe ten."

" You're right but take that ten and times it by six which would equal to three hours"

" Wow. So there really is no  hope for you passing today's  exam." I  snicker.

Dominique frowns.

"I slept with the bible " he confesses, making me burst out in laughter.

It's so painful I pull my hands to my stomach cackling loudly while Dominique glares daggers at me.

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Pulling open the door to classroom 16B— I'm shocked to find Olivia already sitting on top of the wooden desk,her legs crossed.

She locks eyes with me and smiles,waving at me like she once did in my dreams.

I pinched myself. Once. Twice. Thrice!

This is really happening.

"What took you so long?"

Laughing,I scratch the back of my head.

" It took awhile to calm my friend Dominique down. He thinks he did horribly and was planning on tackling the examiner and ripping all the papers to shreds."

This makes her laugh.

She throws her head back,her brown eyes turning into crescent moons. If only I was Trevor Noah or something then I'd be cracking more jokes just to see her laugh—like that.

" You know what —Dominique would be doing most of us a favour. I swear the math exam was not mathing"

I snort, pulling out a chair  turning it around so I can lean  on it's back. I sit on it  with my arms crossed on  the top of the chairs back.

"I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you're not a fan of math."

She laughs.

" I promise you I'm not an idiot Leonardo but when it comes to numbers my brain turns me  into a cavemen who just found a laptop outside of his cave"

I laugh," Weird analogy but okayyy…"

We both sigh at the same time —the silence tangible.

She looks down at her lap and then back up at me.

" I'm actually quite comfortable with numbers. It's practical and it makes sense. Words can be misinterpreted but numbers are more direct. I especially love solving equations. If only solving problems were that easy."

She holds this look in her eyes that's a glimmer of admiration and it makes me blush.

I clear my throat loudly , trying my best to not show how flustered I am right now.

"... but you wrote a poem" she says, barely audible.

Her eyes hold mine for a second too long but she quickly breaks it.

"... Well that's because when it comes to love and feelings…it's not as easy as 1, 2, 3. So even though the words can be misinterpreted it's another one of those risks we take and I guess it's hoping someone sees the heart behind it all."

"..."

" So question number two!" I quickly say, clapping my hands together.

She smiles, watching me pull out my phone and retrieve the question.

"Two. Would you like to be Famous? In what way ?" I read.

Olivia has her hand on her chin,she bites her bottom lip in thought and her eyes hold that distant look. After a moment she finally answers.

"Yes and No."

I gesture for her to go on with my hand.

" I mean I like my privacy. I like no one caring if I wore the same shirt for the whole week and what if I don't have a skin care routine.I like being normal if that makes sense—not that celebrities are abnormal." she finishes with a chuckle.

I smile.

" I already take unflattering pictures of myself —I don't need the paparazzi adding to my low self esteem issues." she says the last few words lightly.

"..."

"But then again I would like to be known for my… poems and songs." she says, softly.

Her eyes meet my very surprised face.

"There's just something about someone qouting your words back to you and saying that it made them cry or touched their heart. It's one of the best feelings in the world to comfort people in a way only words can" she continues, a dazzle of wonder dancing in her eyes.

"You write poems?" I ask," and songs?"

"Yeah" she says, sweetly.

If I  wasn't falling before I would have hit the ground running.

This girl just keeps getting better and better and we're only on question two.

"Could I hear some of them?"

" Not until I hear yours"  she answers,a proud smirk on her face.

That immediately douses the flame in my chest. In order for her to hear the poem she has to truly know my feelings for her otherwise….

Otherwise It's just gonna be a fumble of cringey words on a piece of paper and it will be misinterpreted.

That's the thing about words ; no matter how pure or good your intentions are, things always get misinterpreted.

"Yes— not for the attention but the difference that I make being my creative self. I guess it all goes back to wanting to feel like I matter" Olivia finishes, pulling me out of my thought hole.

Her last sentence hits me like a brick and I stare at her dumbfounded.

"Poem or no poem. Song or no song. Famous  or 'nobody even knows who the heck you are.' You matter Olivia "

She fiddles with her hands on her lap and takes a breath. When she looks back up at me her lips curve into a faltering smile that breaks my heart.

"You're just saying that because you like me."

"No. Well, yes but I'd totally say this to everyone else. Even to the ugliest girl in the world."

Olivia laughs, then, "There's no such thing as an ugly girl."

It's tiring having this conversation with girls.

" I beg to differ. You haven't seen the pictures of my Grandmother when she was a teen. "

"How could you?!" she says,while laughing.

" Hey she's the one who told us she was a late bloomer and all I can say was she was right. "

"Anyway you're a big meanie but what's your answer? "

" A strong hard no" I say,with no hesitation.

" I like my privacy. I'm not really a fan of social media and I just don't really care what other people think of me and what I do. I wonder sometimes, about people who experience fame. Celebrities who lose their hype and become irrelevant —doesn't that mess with their heads or something. I like being an ordinary Joe and fame wasn't built for everyone in my opinion "

"You're not an ordinary Joe, " Olivia says, smiling.

"Then what am I"

"I don't know…." She says, scrunching her face in thought as she analyzes me.

"You're just Leonardo" she finishes,a smile on her beautiful face.

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