Moment of Reckoning, Anonymous

With sweaty palms, brow, and upper lip as his little tell-tale companions, he walked down the hallway with his Valentine’s Day cards tucked under his sweatshirt. He couldn’t believe this was it—the moment of truth. He was finally going to confess his true feelings for Betty. Kind, sweet, funny Betty. 

There was no counting how many times he almost backed out, but he had to do it. He had to take his chance. As he approached locker 134, he took out his letters and was just about to slide them into the crevice of the locker when he saw a tiny little red head round the corner and stop. Eyes on him, the world faded away. Betty was there, all eyes on him. There was nowhere to go.