"Hey, at least you told her," Zyan nudged me as he hurriedly completed his chemistry homework that he forgot to do. I couldn't believe him, and I couldn't believe myself.

"What was I thinking, Zayn? What was I thinking? To say that I love her, to say that I want to be a part of her future to even think that it was alright to imagine a life with her." At this point, my heart was anywhere but, in my chest, cavity no longer locked in the jail cell of a ribcage. Shivers ran through me, and I could see every hair on my arms stand up like brave soldiers, unlike me, who couldn't even take a deep breath to calm me down.

Zyan got annoyed as he threw his pen into his book before giving a long-lined speech. "Eliana Mary Anna Jones, what is done is done. Why not think of what we can do. So, you told her your feelings and she and you did not react like how characters would do in your favourite romantic movie. But hey, you did it. You confessed to her now whether she accepts it or not is for her to decide, but it shouldn't be something that you are worrying about. Take a break and help me out with this chem homework old Mrs Pratchett gave us." He opens his book and continues writing.

"You're right. I need to give myself a break." I slapped on an optimistic smile before drowning myself in calculations.

I guess my life is turning the right way round after having a discussion with my friend and my wingman for life. However, deep in my heart, I know that I must talk it out with Iza.

"Though you should have told her and then waited for her response, like what were you thinking to cowardly run away?" He looks across the room to see my shocked face for his hypocrisy.

"Like I mean that you could have at least waited for a response," his voice quiet as he sees my face turn a tomato red.

"Zyan, will she like me back, will she?" I start pouting as I lay my head on my knees.

"Sure." Zayn, at this point, has lost every interest about me and Iza's situation; he just wanted to get his work done.

"I love her, Zayn. What could I do? Would she even answer my messages, or will she block me. " I start all over with the winning.

"I'm sorry, you what. Did I just hear you say that you confessed to the most well-known person in school and that now you want to message her." He stares down at me in both surprise and disappointment.

"Message her what, that you accidentally said that you liked her, oh wait, sorry love her. She gave you the biggest indication of the phrase that it's not going to happen, and you still think there is a possible chance. Eliana Mary Anna Jones, please understand that there are better options like waiting for school to come around." He was huffing and puffing another sentence, and we could have seen steam coming out of his ears.

I look down as reality hits me like a big slap on the face I realise that I shouldn't rush as Iza has never been in such situation she has only seen that silent Eliana who listens to her and lets her fall asleep on her shoulder maybe that's all she sees me as a friend or at least something else but maybe not a lover.