Treasure that is what you are 

Honey, you're my golden star 

I know you could make my wish come true 

If you let me treasure you 

If you let me treasure you

I groaned, tossing and turning on my bed. My hand came into contact with my phone and quickly turned the alarm off.

Apparently someone took my phone and changed the alarm tone. I rolled my eyes. It was probably Cameron.

I grabbed my phone, checking the time. The date flashed before my eyes, making me sit up so fast, it made me dizzy. I touched the side of my head and gently massaged it. After a few minutes, I stood up, grabbed some clothes and took a shower.

I looked at myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. I closed my eyes.

Today is the day. You might not have another chance, I chanted in my head until it became a mantra.

I opened my eyes and quickly walked out the door, yelling 'bye!’

I grabbed my phone and started texting Matt, my hands shaking badly.

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I stood at the balls of my feet, trying no to jump up and down. But it was in vain, adrenaline was coursing through my veins.

I craned my neck, searching for him.

Where was he? I texted him a few minutes ago. I checked my phone again. And, I scolded myself. I've done this so many times already, I must look like an idiot and a nervous wreck.

Well, I am. But...

Why am I like this? I am just going to tell the guy I've liked for so long how I feel. I mean how hard is that?

Jeez, Jordan. Pull yourself together.

I shook my head and rolled my shoulders. I stood at the balls of my feet and craned my neck again, trying to spot his dark hair among this sea of people.

Maybe, he's not going to come; then you don't have to tell him.

The thought of it sends my heart soaring, flying. Then just as quickly, it fell.

I know I might not get another chance like this. I might not have another boost of confidence like the one I have now.

I took a deep breath and steadied myself.

I have to tell him, I know that.

I checked my phone again. Nothing. I looked up and combed my hair using my hands.

A nervous laugh almost escaped my lips. Luckily, I clamped my hand against my mouth jut in time.

I shook my head. And to think, that all this started just because of some quote Grace has utered the night before.

It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

It was just a silly phrase, I know. But, it sticks to my mind. I know that I might not get another chance.

I craned my neck again and immediately panicked when I saw his head weaving among the others; my breaths coming in short and quick.

He turned his head and his eyes met mine. He immediately grinned and made his way towards me.

I closed my eyes and slowly counted to three. I opened my eyes slightly. One, he was still grinning, still making his way towards me. Two, he was only a few feet away. Three, He was standing right in front of me.

"Jordan." He said, looking at me curiously. He reached towards me and I flinched slightly. He retracted his hand, his face now full of concern.

"Are you okay?"

No, was the word I wanted to say. No, I am not okay. I am about to tell you that I like you and it might be the death of me. And, I feel like throwing up. But that would suck, because you're standing right in front of me and my vomit might land on you. And, I might lose my only chance with you.

If I have any, that is.

 So instead, I swallow everything down. And, yes, even a little vomit. Gross, I know. It tastes as bad as you think. I force a smile and hope that its believable.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm great." I said, way too enthusiastically. I mentally smacked myself.

He looked down at my hands and I realized I was holding my phone too hard, my knuckles were white. I put my phone back in my pocket and smiled at him, again.

"Okay, cool," He said, smiling and putting his hands in his pockets, "You wanted to talk to me?"

He tilted his head to the right. I grabbed his arm and started walking away from the crowd.

I meant to say 'not here', to him out loud. But my nerves are acting up again, and I acted on impulse.

I have to get this over with. I stopped walking and looked around. We were now standing at the edge of the field and there were lesser people. Good.

I looked at him and took another breath. He was looking back at me, his lips pursed. He was waiting.

I shook my head and made a sound at the back of my throat.

I can do this, I chanted to myself. It’s only Matthew Hendrickson, one of my friends, and also my crush.

I looked back at him and pursed my lips. And, in that exact moment, I realize why its called a crush.

You could be crushed if you get your heart broken.

And, that is what I am risking. A lot is on the line; a good friendship and a perfect heart, not broken. I rocked back at my heels and closed my eyes again.

If I tell him, I might lose our friendship and...

And, I might get my heart broken.

I shook my head again.

Stop being finifugal, Jordan. Just get this over with, I scolded myself.

I steeled myself and looked back at him.

"Matt," I said, hesitantly.

"Yeah?" He looked back up at me, his eyes full of curiosity.

I took a deep breath, and rocked once on my heels, steadying myself. I looked at him straight in the eye, and mustered every ounce of courage I have. I opened my mouth and said the words that could change me forever,

"I like you."

a/n: This was my entry for the How to be  Girl one-shot competition! I totally love that story! J The whole word count (not counting this author’s note) is 1046. Hope you guys liked it! This was set right before the start of the story. PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT. J