I focused on the window sill. It didn’t have the answers to the unspoken questions in my head. It didn’t even care about how messed up, broken, confused, and sad I felt.

I looked at Trevor on the other side of the glass. I wondered if he had the answers. Then I remembered what was back at his house, and I thought, maybe, he didn’t.

“Just go home Trevor,” I sighed.

“You sure? I could….”

“Now!” I just couldn’t stand to see him anymore, trying to make trouble for me, trying to confuse me. I needed things simple again.

The next day at school he sent me a note asking to meet him in the hall. I stood beside him at the end of the lunch line. As we filed into the cafeteria, he said he wanted to see me again, but not at his house. Not for a while.

It seemed so thoughtful and caring that he would realize I couldn’t go through that again! I was impressed!

He then suggested a scheme to get us both out of class at the same time. Ask to use the restroom within minutes of each other.

Then meet in the stalls.