I didn’t know how long I’d been crying when I heard a knock on the passenger’s seat window.I looked up, prepared with an excuse for the teacher or whoever it was.
It was Drew.
For a moment, I did nothing but stare at him, and then, slowly, I reached over and unlocked the door.He opened it, paused, and then slid in beside me.I tried to breath in deeply but instead, all I managed was a half-strangled sob. He stared forward as he spoke, “Why,” he asked, “Are you crying?”
I laughed shakily, “I sort of… freaked out… sorry.”
He had picked up a rubix cube that was sitting on my dashboard and was turning it over in his hands.He shifted slightly, looking out his window. “I’m… not good at this,” he said finally.
He turned back to me.Seeing my blank face, he explained, “talking.”
“Ah,” I said, “That.”
“I’m,” he paused, looking down at the rubix cube, “You were right. I don’t want… to be… happy. It… isn’t fair.”
He barely whispered the last words. “Oh, Drew,” I murmured, the tears spilling over again.