Welcome to high school, another rendition of the stereotypical "Women are from Venus, Men are from Mars" thesis. The very essence of this place is topped with eau de gossip. It's kind of difficult to conjure up a straight forward conversation with a straight forward meaning. It's all in the nitty gritty details, as sometimes, I feel like I've been transported into the California Gold Rush days, frantically digging for the next nugget of information before the fella on my side strikes it rich.
Personally, I find it fascinating how high school has still stayed the same throughout the years. It seems like such a flashback to Sixteen Candles. So, the boy never really tell anyone what (or rather, who) they really think about (let's make an exception for the friend/exercise buddy), and the girl admires from afar with her best friend at the suave, gelly-haired crush she's liked since FOREVER (real-time: a month or two). I mean, sure, there may not be the obnoxious, twiggy boy who wants to steal your underwear chasing behind your every step, or a foreign exchange student named "Long Duk Dong", but the general storyline is evident. Girl likes Boy, Boy maybe likes Girl (but we never know until the end; otherwise, the audience of giddy tweens would surely be disappointed at such an open plot.), and the ending proves everyone's hypothesis. A long awaited kissing scene occurs under some type of dim light (be it candlelight, moonlight, prom spotlight, fill in the blank).
So, the moral of the story is, DON'T WAIT. We need someone to break the barrier. Besides, high school is only 4 years long (1 1/4 for us juniors), and I promise, NO ONE is going to address you as the "Girl Who Got Rejected" at the 20th high school reunion, if your plan epically fails. I'll even pinky swear. Tell them, leave a note, message on Facebook, do something, because life is way too short to wait. Who knows, maybe the hunk could be talking about you right now...in a gym somewhere...while weightlifting...
