She walked to her locker and I walked right a long with her. I asked her to fix my band-aid, she says sure. But what she didn’t know is that Dave was behind her the whole time. He was close enough that he knew it was me but far away enough that it looked like we kissing.

I didn’t even have to look at him to know his face had fallen.

Just like Gina didn’t even need to talk to him to know he was disapointed.

But that didn’t stop her.