These Moments

School Cafeterias Are The Place For Confessions

                      School Cafeterias Are The Place For Confessions.

  If there was one thing that could be said about how I was feeling right now, it was that I was totally and completely frightened out of my mind. My hands were clammy and shaky and I was fairly certain that my face resembled a sheet. But I had to do this. I probably wasn't going to get an opportunity like this again, not for a long while.

Laila was right. It was now or never.

  I knew how I felt about Marshall was never going to change. My feelings for him would always remain permanently embedded into every fiber of my being. Everything that I loved about him would always be skin deep in my memories and I wouldn't ever forget them.

 These thoughts of course all sounded very cliché, but there was no getting around it.

 I was just hoping that I had the ability to repair things between us. I mean, how rude could you get, slamming the door in the face of the guy who'd just told you that he loved you?

This was just one of those things.

 So, taking a deep breath, I held my head high as I made my way through the jumble of people heading into the cafeteria, searching frantically for Marshall. He wasn't exactly that hard to miss, considering he was only a few inches shorter than Justin, and Justin was beyond freakishly tall.

 That, and he had amazing hair. Not to mention absolutely hypnotic violet colored eyes.

 I silently coached myself to get a grip as I continued searching, leaning up on my tiptoes. After half a minute of searching and realizing that this was completely hopeless, I tossed aside the more logical voice in my mind and stepped up onto the nearest lunch table. Yeah, I was getting weird looks, but I didn't exactly care.

  I almost let out a squeak of excitement when I caught sight of Marshall's broad shoulders and dark curls. My heart started beating erratically against my chest, and I was surprised I didn't keel over from a panic attack right then and there.

Before I could change my mind or chicken out from doing this, I did something rather unexpected.

 I leapt off the table and took off running, more or less shoving people out of the way to get to Marshall.

 "MARSHALL!"

 Marshall froze in his tracks on the way to grab lunch from the Grill and glanced around in confusion, completely in the opposite direction.

I let out a frustrated groan, forcing my legs to move faster.

"MARSHALL LEWIS ADDISON!"

I was probably going to have to pay later for using shouting out his full name to the entire world, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

Thankfully, that was enough to catch Marshall's attention.

 Marshall turned in enough time to see me before I rammed into his chest, knocking him back onto the ground with a force I didn't even know I was capable of. He hit the linoleum floor with a grunt of discomfort, looking dazed and like someone had just hit him upside the head with something.

 "Finally," I huffed out breathlessly. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

 Marshall stared up at me with his dazzling violet colored eyes wide with shock, as if he couldn't imagine why the hell I would've tackled him to the floor in the middle of the cafeteria.

 I really couldn't imagine why he would've thought that.

 "Uh…not that I'm not happy to see you or anything, Avery…" Marshall trailed off, his cheeks flooding with color. "But, uh….everyone's staring."