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I Never Had A Choice: Part 3

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Updated: Mar 11, 2021



Weeks have passed since we did our group presentation. Tommy and I, haven't spoken much since we did our presentation. Let me rephrase this statement. Tommy and I haven't spoken since I did our group project. He and random guy-Philip offered up their two cents and I presented everything to the class. Tommy did give me five dollars for the supplies that included poster board and index cards. He recommended I do the preparation since I had better handwriting, vs his left handed scratch.


We scored a good grade and everyone was happy. We didn't engage in much conversation. It stayed at the standard "Hey, how are you." The usual niceties. Most days we would walk side by side out of the building towards the parking lot. He always appeared like he had more to say. I know I did. I wanted to tell him, I enjoyed being around him and hoped to spend more time together outside the classroom. Yet I never had the courage. I had convinced myself if he hadn't already initiated a gesture, then he wasn't interested in anything further than classmates.


The day before Thanksgiving was obviously a Wednesday. I just finished my last class for the Fall Semester. All others classes were out for the holiday and it was now finals crunch time. I walk down the stairs of Rhode Hall and step outside on the back side of the building. Parked directly in front of the exit is a light blue Ford pick up. It is Tommy's truck. No one has one like his and it has tons of stickers on the back window. It cannot be missed. On closer observation he isn't in his truck. He is probably in class. I have no idea if I will ever have a chance to see him again since our class is officially completed. I doubt we will have any other courses together, since he is a wildlife major and I am studying chemistry. I open my tote and tear off a piece of paper from my notebook. I sit on the steps near the walk up to the building. I need to write something and quick because my courage and dignity are about to wain any second.


"Tommy,

Hi. Give me a call if you have a chance. Happy Thanksgiving! - Your Secret Admirer 592-****."


I fold the sheet in half and quickly place it under his driver's side windshield wiper. I hope he doesn't throw it away without reading the note. I walk away with a smile and a bit of panic. I hope he calls. I am also thinking who signs 'Your Secret Admirer'? Am I thirteen years old? Also will he be disappointed when he figures out it is me?

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