Chapter - Is that a yes?

Bexley’s P.O.V. Sleeping seemed almost impossible. I’m way too excited to sleep. I still can’t believe she kissed me. “Good morning sweetheart,” My mother says as I sat down for a quick breakfast. “Morning, Mom,” I chirp. “Someone’s in a good mood this morning. I take it you had a good night?” She asks, stirring the pot in front of her. My smile broadens. “I did,” “Oh, pray tell?” She asks, taking her pot off the stove and filling up a bowl. “I’m not telling!” I stuff my mouth with a huge bite of the oatmeal she just placed in front of me, hoping that I won’t have to answer her question. “You’re not telling? Humm… That must mean it’s about a girl, am I right?” I choke on my food at the accuracy. I run towards the sink and grab a glass to fill it with water. "Did I hit the head right on the nail?" Mom asks, chuckling while patting my back. "It's 'hit the nail right on the head', Mom. Not the other way around. And I am not going to dignify that question with an answer. Not yet," I say, mumbling the last part as I’m trying to catch my breath. “Why not?” “Mom, please. Nothing really set yet and if and when there is, I’ll tell you when I’m ready, ok?” “You’re right, you’re right. I shouldn’t push too much.” She says, raising both her hands in the air in surrender. “I have to get going now if I don’t want to be late for school, I say, looking at my watch. “Really? Already? Isn't it a little earlier though? It’s barely seven thirty,” She exclaims, looking at the clock. I just stare at her, lowering my head slightly as if sayings, seriously, you need to ask, kind of way. Finally, she clues in as to why I’m leaving this early. I pick up my bag and head out. Arriving at school, I’m nervous again. Why am I so nervous? It’s not like we haven’t spent any time together. We have. For weeks now in and out of school. I wait by my locker, taking my sweet time emptying my backpack and grabbing the books I need for this morning's class. I look at my watch again. 7:53 I look up, peeking over the door of my locker and at the door. Now that I think about it, I don’t know what time she does get to school in the morning. Stupid me. I should have asked her. Or picked her up! That’s what I should have done! I should have picked her up and taken her out for breakfast. I’m so stupid! Just as I’m about to knock my head against the lockers, I spotted her coming through the front doors. She looks even more beautiful today than any other day I’ve seen her so far. Her smile is wider and brighter. She seems so light and carefree. She doesn’t see me and goes to her own locker further down the hallway. For a few minutes, I just look at her. Really look at her. Her smile hasn’t faltered in the least bit ever since she came in. What could she be thinking about? Did something good happen? Is she maybe…thinking about me? Unable to stay away any longer, I shut my locker firmly and make my way to her. Leaning against the locker next to hers, I knock on her door lightly. “Good morning, beautiful,” Is me calling her like this ok? Should I have waited for an answer before? Maybe I should have started with a question instead. What the hell am I even thinking?! Ugh! “Morning,” She answers, a light blush on her cheek. The way she looks at me, makes my heart race. I don’t think she actually minded me calling her beautiful. “How was your morning?” “It was good.” “Nice, nice,” I blabber. Why am I acting like such a nervous i***t?! “But it’s better now that your here,” She adds, pushing her hair behind her ear, looking down shyly. “Really?!” I perk up, straightening my back, but lose my balance in the process and hit my head on the lockers. “Ouch!” I whine and rub the side of my head, but my pain is soon forgotten as Janelle laughs wholeheartedly. “Are you okay?” She giggles, trying to stop her laughter. “I”m fine. Sorry. I’m kind of nervous today.” “I know what you mean. I’m kind of nervous too,” We both smile, holding each other's gaze. Maybe I should ask her? Maybe I should wait? Maybe I should prepare something special to ask her? Should I get her flowers? Does she even like flowers? Maybe a teddy bear? “Earth to Bexley!” She says, waving a hand in front of my face, taking me out of my thoughts and back to the present. “Sorry, I was just thinking about something,” “About what?” “I don’t know if I can tell you,” “Oh,” Her shoulder deflates and her smile falters, making me want to punch myself in the face. “No! I mean, I don’t know if I should ask you this now, or wait, or I don't know.” I blabber again. I take in a deep breath and huff. “I want to ask you something, but it’s making me nervous.” “Whatever it is, maybe you should ask. I don't know what it is, but maybe I can help,” She offers. “You definitely can help.” “Oh really?!” She perks up. “What is it?” Here goes nothing. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”