Chapter 170 Confess? (2/2)

Betty wanted to hit her head on the table repeatedly. She was always like this: act first, think later. Beatrice was the clever one, while she was the impulsive one. If she wanted to do something, she just did. More often than not, it worked out.

This time, however, it failed. Failed miserably.

A loud and long sigh passed through Betty's lips as she lay her head on the table. She was frustrated.

”Bored?” Sam asked casually.

Betty sat up straight immediately, ”No, no. Not at all Senior Sam. I must be bothering you, right? Sorry, sorry ... I will just ...”

”If you're that bored, you can just help me then,” Sam mustered the courage to say, his head not moving from viewing the paper but he looked at her through the side of his eye.

He noted how she looked surprised, then happy, and that made him happy in return.

”Sure! What can I do?” Betty asked excitedly, thinking that this was a golden opportunity for her.

Sam slipped the paper over to her, saying, ”What do you think of these rules for Valentine's Day?”

”First, you need to know that we don't want Valentine's Day to be a day to exclude people, or have it being used as an excuse to form clique's. Banning it is out of the question as well as it would only give the impression or message that we are banning emotions,” Sam explained as he tapped the paper in front of Betty.

”These set of rules are meant to reflect that and at the same time, ensure that it doesn't disrupt the learning process of the school. We're not going to have a big celebration but we certainly will have Valentine Day theme for it”

Betty picked up the paper and read it.

✔ Gifts cannot cost more than $5

✔ Hand-made goods are preferred

✔ Cards are to be hand-made, not store bought

✔ Cards need to be given personally - no placing in desk or lockers or have other people send it

✔ Confessions must be personal, not by cards

✔ Cards and gifts can only be given during break time or during Valentine's Day celebration at 3-5pm

”Why must one deliver the cards personally?” asked Betty curiously, ”Wouldn't that put the person on the spot? It's embarrassing!”

”As a filter,” Sam replied, ”Kyle said that if you are unable to confess, at the very least, you should be able to look at your crush in the deliver your words.”

Personally, Sam agreed with Kyle's point.

If this rule wasn't there, Sam was sure he would have slipped a card into Betty's desk and wait all day in complete fearful anticipation as to her reaction. It was the coward's way out, really. If Betty didn't feel the same way, she would be put in a spot and have to turn him down. Things would be very awkward then.

As it was, he couldn't give her a card.

He hardly knew her and suddenly having him confess on Valentine's Day sounded too far-fetched. With the rule, he wouldn't be acting reckless and in that sense, no one would. Only those with serious intentions would be able to take that final leap.

”Wait, what?!” gasped Betty, ”Confessions must be made in person?!”

Betty turned to look at Sam with wide-eyes, ”Doesn't that defeat the purpose of giving a Valentine's Day card then?!”

Sam looked at her and asked simply, ”Why?”

”B-be-because it's scary!” Betty said, ”If one had the courage to confess in person, why wait until Valentine's Day then?”

”Exactly,” Sam replied, ”Also, shouldn't showing your love be done everyday, and not just on Valentine's Day? If you can't confess in person, can you truly say that you will work at the relationship?”

Sam scoffed at himself. He was a fine one to talk. He agreed with the fact but it didn't mean he had the courage to confess.

Yet.

”So ....” Betty dragged the sentence, ”Are you going to confess to someone on that day?”

”No. Maybe,” Sam replied, ”I'll confess to her once I'm confident enough to confess. If it happens to be on Valentine's Day, then so be it. I wouldn't wait just for Valentine's Day to do so.”

Betty gasped and nearly screeched out loudly, looking at him in amazement, ”So you DO have someone you like right now! Who is she? Is it someone I know?”

Sam blinked and realised what he had just said earlier. He looked at Betty, who was now looking at him in fascination, eagerly awaiting his answer.

Should he tell her?