Punching the vicious creature in the face (pt.2)

Nope.

I was walking to the classroom and before I even got to a 10 foot radius of the classroom, Tim ambushed me telling me He and I were the only ones there, the rest of the students hadn't arrived yet . (Life works in mysterious ways don’t it?)
I decided not to tell him right there about my feelings toward him so I comforted him about his nervousness over the project he had to present. I complimented his biker jacket, he told me of the lack of sleep he had to go through to make his project, we talked of stuff and he counted every person that arrived and would like the other students projects while telling me, his was horrible with only pictures. We talked more in the classroom over the professor being late once again and told me and the class he did not want to go up to present. Well while we waited, I thought he was at the peak of cuteness acting all jittery, walking around the classroom and wondering what to say. If he hadn’t looked that cute, I don’t think I would have told him.
Well after a few giggles in which at one point we looked at each other at the same time after the teacher had done an offensive thing to the whole class, he went up and his presentation was far from boring and as he talked he passed a book for the class to see. I think I was crazy at this point and I don’t know why I did it but I wrote in tiny letters in the back that I thought he was cute and wrote my initials. Well the written exam was never administered and we were all free to go our separate ways, I followed him and we chatted away about Indiana Jones and the “Fridge” scene and other stuff and the event happened, the vicious creature taunted me:

“do it do it now or you’ll never see him again”

“come on loser, you know what?, you’d never do it
not in a million years”

I probably blurted, “hey tim, I want to tell you something ,I’ve never done this before so here it goes and I can’t look at you when I tell you so turn around”.

The bastard turned around. He turned around. That was the sweetest thing I had ever seen done in front of me. Cute bastard.

I told him I liked him and he turned around.

He gave me this look, this “why didn’t you tell me before” look and immediately told me that we had to get together, He told me if I had his e-mail. I did. I told him I didn’t have his number and lied that I had forgotten my phone. He took out his notebook and gave me his number as he called it giving it to me the “old fashioned way”. If I had had more guts, I would have given him a peck on the cheek but I didn’t, we walked our separate ways to our other exams and it felt weird what I had done.

I felt like Jon Favreau’s character in Swingers, fake ripping the number a girl had given him.

I sincerely wish this was the end of my story but like my life, at the end of the street as I’m walking happily, there’s vicious creature with his cronies ready to punch me in the stomach several times until blood comes out of my mouth.