Ficlets

Arrival – get to school in my green cargo shorts, black button down shirt, hair barely done and I’m not thinking about you.
1st period – ms. B is rattling on about anatomy and I’m not listening because I’m distracted by my thoughts which aren’t thoughts of you. “I told you to stop thinking about him.” “I wasn’t thinking about him until you said to stop. I’m not thinking about him now.” “Yes you are, because how do you know the him you weren’t thinking of?” silence.
2nd period – psychologically speaking, my brain is broken up into two parts, the part that I can’t get to stop thinking about you and me and the little bit you left that some call sanity.
3rd period – statistics with an old flame. I wonder if you even know that I was in the room you just walked by and if you felt an urge to ask why I was sitting so close to the boy that I used to love the smell of. But of course, I’m not thinking about you.
4th period – lunch