The next day went by faster than I expected.

  When I walked into class, Kira was already there. She looked up and smiled when she saw me, and for some reason, that was enough to calm my nerves.

  "Hey," she said.

  "Hey."

  We talked more than usual that day. About school. About how boring the teacher was. About nothing important. It felt easy—like maybe this was how things were supposed to be.

  After class, she stopped me near the door.

  "Do you want to walk home together again?" she asked.

  "Sure," I said.

  Outside, the air felt warm. We walked side by side, close but not touching.

  "So," she said, kicking a small rock ahead of us, "would you want to hang out sometime? Like... after school?"

  My heart skipped. "Yeah. I think so."

  She smiled. "Good."

  She pulled out her phone and held it toward me.

  "Here. In case we need to talk."

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  "Oh..... okay," I said, taking it and saving the number.

  That was it.

  No big moment.

  No explanation.

  Just that smile.

  When we split ways, I couldn't stop thinking about it. About her voice. About the way she said my name.

  I didn't notice the people watching from behind her.

  I didn't hear the laughter that came after.

  All I knew that was for the first time in a while, i felt chosen.

  I woke up smiling.

  That almost never happened.

  The first thing I did was grab my phone. Her contact was still there. Kira. Just seeing her name made my chest feel warm.

  She was the first girl who ever gave me her contact.

  I sat up in bed, staring at the screen like it might soon disappear if I looked away too long. Then I laughed quietly at myself.

  "Calm down," I said. "It's just a date."

  But it didn't feel like just anything.

  I got dressed faster than usual. Changed my shirt once. Then again. I kept checking the time, even though I knew I was early.

  I didn't want to keep her waiting.

  When I finally left the house, everything felt lighter. Like the world had decided to be kind for once.

  We met at the park.

  Kira smiled when she saw me, and my nerves melted away. We walked together, talking about small things—school, teachers, nothing important. And somehow, that made it feel important.

  At one point, she looked at me and smiled softly.

  "I'm glad you came," she said.

  "Me too," I replied.

  When it was over and we went our separate ways, I walked home smiling the entire time.

  That night, I fell asleep thinking maybe things were finally changing.

  The next morning, I walked to school feeling different.

  Happy.

  I saw Kira near the entrance and called her name.

  "Kira!

  She turned.

  But she wasn't alone.

  There were other girls with her. I didn't recognize them at first, but the way they looked at me made my steps slow.

  Kira didn't smile this time.

  She walked toward me, stopping a few steps away.

  "I'm sorry," she said quietly.

  I frowned. "Sorry for what?"

  One of the girls laughed. "You didn't really think that it was real, did you?"

  My chest tightened.

  "What are you talking about?" I asked.

  Another girl crossed her arms. "It was just a game. She never liked you."

  I looked at Kira.

  She looked away.

  The words sank in slowly, like my mind didn't want to understand them.

  Yesterday wasn't special.

  The date wasn't real.

  The contact.

  The smile.

  The way she said my name.

  All of it was a joke.

  I felt my eyes burn, but I didn't cry. I just stood there, realizing how stupid I must looked.

  Then I turned around and walked into the school.

  That was the moment When I Feel like.

  I am such a loser........