"So you wanna go out?" you asked, a coy smile gracing your lips.
Peter stood there slack-jawed and eyes dilated as his brain tried to comprehend the question you had just asked him.
"You...wanna go out with me?" Peter asked, his voice going up an octave.
You were an upperclassman and a year older than Peter was, so he was trying to figure out why you wanted to go on a date with an underclassman.
"Yeah, you're cute." You giggled in response to Peter's high-pitched voice. "Plus, I've seen you at the decathlon so I know you ain't no dummy. So, how bout it?"
"Y-Yes! I mean, I'd love to!" Peter answered, trying to hide the excitement in his voice but failing miserably.
"Cool." You pulled out a pen from your purse and took his hand and wrote down your phone number. "I'll text you, okay?"
All Peter could do was nod mutely, holding his hand where you wrote your phone number.
You smiled and took a step forward towards him and kissed him square on the cheek, leaving an imprint of your lipstick.
"See ya around, Peter."
"O..Okay. See ya."
All Peter wanted to do was melt into a puddle of goo right then and there, but since he physically couldn't, he settled for leaning against his locker for support.