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He turned and bit his lip as he started pacing back and forth though the classroom. Most of the unused desks had been shoved against the wall furthest from him, giving him some room to walk around, as if walking around would calm his nerves. It hurt just thinking about what he was about to say, but he had to say it. He closed his eyes, feeling like he was about to jump from a cliff. No, this was scarier.

He blinked a couple of seconds and then looked at Melanie, a significant distance was between them from the pacing he’d done. “Look, I just,” another breath, “I needed to tell you that I wasn’t joking when I said I fancied you. I honestly do, and I have for quite some time. It’s not easy to say,” Charlie rolled his eyes when he said this; of course it wasn’t easy to say, “but it’s true. That’s the reason why I kissed you. This isn’t a joke and this isn’t something just to see your reaction. I don’t even know how you could see this as a joke. I mean I’m the one putting myself out on the line.” Charlie stopped walking, and sighed before sitting on a desk near her and looking towards Melanie. “I—I wanted you to know all this, because I feel you needed to hear the truth, especially after the…” kiss. He had kissed her. Even if she told him that she loathed him, and that she never wanted to speak to him again, that one day would overshadow everything. Because despite the problems that had come of it, it was one of the best feelings in the world. Charlie paused and then looked up, making sure that his train of thought wasn’t ruined. There was only one other thing left he needed to say, after all. And it would painfully end whatever it was that they had. Who was he kidding, they were just friends, if even that.

Charlie stood up solemnly, and walked towards Melanie slowly, ready for the rejection, but also the closure. He’d said that he needed this, after all. He looked up, a sad smile on his face, and put his hands on Melanie’s shoulders. Hey, if this was going to hurt he might as well make it hurt as much as possible. He looked at her for a few seconds, and then swallowed once before continuing. “One of the main reasons I needed to talk to you is that I don’t think I’ll get over this—this foolish hope that you might like me too. I mean, you’ve made your opinion towards me quite obvious. But I still can’t get over this.” Charlie paused again and blinked. All he wanted to do was simply lean forward and kiss her again but that was out of the question. He could only inflict so much pain on himself. “So if you could do me the favour of just saying it. Saying that you don’t feel the same way. If you said it flat out, I would be able to get past this a bit easier, maybe. So, please?”

Charlie gave her a crooked smile, not wanting to take a breath. His heart braced itself for its end.