He ran his hand through his hair and looked down. Then he looked at my locker, up at the sky, then finally at me. Then I realized I was probably supposed to say something here.
“Oh, ok sure. About what?” Not that, we had ever needed a reason before.
“Um, well,” he seemed nervous. “Here walk with me.” So I did. We still had time before our first class, so we went to a bench and sat down.
“I know, I mean, I guess we haven’t really been talking as much. Right? And it’s you know, different.” He grimaced, like this was painful. “I mean, no. Just um, it’s weird. Not, talking. I guess.” He looked up at me, he was scared about what I would say.
“Yeah, it is.” I was being careful, I didn’t want to get hopeful, but inside I felt lighter, happier.
He continued, “So, well, maybe we should-”
But just then a kid with a skateboard rolled by. “Hey! Look who’s back together. Just couldn’t stay apart? Aw how sweet.”
Inwardly I groaned, and glanced at Jess who said, “Uh, never mind I guess. I have to go. See you.”