Yep, there's a part two folks.

So he walked away.

A few weeks later, I made cookies on a weekend. They were giant and turned out pretty great.

So, and any lovestruck girl who's locker was right next to their crushes' would do, I wrapped one up in Saran Wrap and wrote a note.

I don't remember exactly what the note said, but it ended with the closure of:

-Guess Who

I put it in the locker and mentally screamed at myself. He didn't see it when he grabbed his coat for recess, but he did see it before he left.

Good. This was good. He didn't know it was me.

Then my best friend texted me...

Her: May and (someone else I forgot) saw you put the cookie in Andy's locker...

Me: Did they tell him?

She didn't respond for 5 minutes so I assumed they told, and wrote a lengthy apology, profusely apologizing and saying many self-deprecating statements in any lingering hope that he'd forgive me.

And he texted back saying that no one even told him...

And then he said I brightened his day, which was going pretty crappy at the time, and that the anonymous aspect was really cute, and it tasted really good.

But one thing in the text stood out to me more than the rest of it...

He used the adjective "cute" to describe something I did...

So he inadvertently called me cute...

If Filipinos could blush, I would be blushing so hard...

I attempted small talk and blah blah blah, but the next day I realized something:

The things he said to me in the text didn't seem like things he'd say to me face to face.

I genuinely couldn't picture him saying that to me.

I don't know why, but that always felt weird. Maybe he just wouldn't want to be seen talking to someone on the low end of the school hierarchy.

The next week, I left another cookie in his locker either the note: In case you have another crappy day.

He saw it, and I ran to the bathroom in panic.
(MICHAEL IN THE BATHROOM—)

My best friend asked about his reaction and I told her that I ran before I could talk to him. I didn't really tell her this, but I caught a glimpse of his face. And I could sense... almost... disappointment. That's not the exact word I'm looking for, but it's close enough.

He texted me that night saying thanks, and, like a nerd, I told him how I made the cookies.

Yeah, I'm an idiot.

I can already feel the judgement...

Anyways, we became distant and that was that.