Radio Waves, Racing Hearts

nd hot electronics. It was my sanctuary, a place where I, Olivia Wilson, a certified introvert, could control the world, one song

ked it t

in to borrow a portable speaker and a microphone. "It's for a big event on t

rhythm, like midterms and bad cafeteria food. I felt a small, pleasant buzz, knowing our station's gear would be the backdrop to

y phone buzzed violently on the console. It was Sarah, my

t is happening on the quad rig

st the dean's office?" I ask

real, get-down-on-one-knee p

gh she couldn't see m

! He's proposing

smile that could melt glaciers. The guy who was the star of every single one of my secret, pathetic daydreams. And he

ipment. The big romantic event. It was for Liam. I had personall

ight now! He's got a mi

insane plan. I had to stop it. Not because I thought he would magically choose me, but because I coul

," I said, my

burned, and my heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of panic and denial. I had to get that microph

library, a stray piece of hair falling over his forehead. Liam, who didn't even know my name, about to pledge his life to

s a small, makeshift stage set up near the central fountain. And there he was. Liam Hayes. He stood in the center of it all, looking impossibly handsome in

onto it. The power switch. The volume knob. It was so close. I saw the receiver for the wireless mic

t let me pass. My focus was a laser beam on that sound system. I was a few feet away. Liam looked out a

traitorous heart took over. A thought, loud and clear, echoed in my head. He doesn't even know you exist. But God, I wish he d

he speaker, making everyone jump. And then, my voice, am

him so much

gers having accidentally hit the 'talkback' button on the mixer, a feature that broadcasts the operator's voice throug

looked up, mortified, my gaze locking with Liam's. The confused, nervous smile was gone from his face. He w

rophone and started walk