All so sudden

That's all I can say to describe what happened today. I honestly don't remember when someone approaches me like we've met before. And he said he remembers me griping about the rain in the De Neve elevator. That helped a little bit, at least I remember me truly griping about the rain. His name is James, I'm Dawn, cool. He lives on the fourth floor, I tenth. Then I have lunch with Jennifer and her friend Pinky. It's all in the back of my head when I talk to Jess at De Neve before she has to go to Phy Sci class, and he waves hi to me. Then I practice at Sproul for about an hour. Somewhere in the time between beginning to practice and English Comp 3 class I start to wonder: is he James Datu from Cathedral High? I just heard that name so often..."Oh let's wait for Datu before we start the first PIE meeting." I go to the PIE meeting, learn about time management, get my ass kicked in foosball, and go to Tinig. It's so cool, a voice performance major teaching the group how to sing correctly. And guess who's there. James seems to be everywhere I go. That's perfect, since I wanted to ask if he's Datu. I came late to the Tinig meeting, but at the end, every member was about to be put on the spot by using everything they just learned to sing one pitch perfectly and making it project to God knows where. It was called "calling the moose over." Time constraints only made few people "call the moose" but I wanted to try in front of everybody to see if everything I learned a long time ago worked. I was a little nervous, but I tried, and realized I totally lost the concept of the head voice. I am NOT a soprano. But I pulled it off. So everyone was leaving, and I still had yet to ask him the question. So yes, he IS James Datu from Cathedral who knows Irwin, Daniel, Chuck, Albert, etc. Just when I thought I'd be heading for the dorms, he asks me if I wanna learn to breakdance at Wooden. I go about my usual brief indecisiveness, and end up skipping dinner by saying yes. He was on the phone often, and the topics of conversation were quite fishy; something about letting the guy on the other line sabotage his girlfriend. While we were waiting for a room, we talk about random stuff, about how he's been breakdancing for a while and how I play the piano better than I can sing. Funny thing how no one knows Brian Tran, the object of my former affections for which I am so embarrassed about. When his group found a room to practice, I'm too shy to try, and think about heading to De Neve. When I do tell him, he says I have to at least do the 3-step and some other move. With a little help from Rhommel (whom I've known previously) I get it down...eventually. When I actually do leave, everyone says bye and he gives me a hug, a little more than casual. Going back to the dorms, I kept calling Max, but he doesn't answer his phone. Now I'm worried that as much as I try not to think anything of all this, it's just impossible to put it out of mind.

How do things compound further? By answering this question: Who shall I go to homecoming with?