As soon as my tears were mostly dried, the idiocy of the moment hit me. Why was I crying? Couldn’t I take a few stares, a few comments? I was furious with myself. Infuriatingly enough, along with the anger came more tears, and Jesse pulled me closer, tighter to his chest. When I looked up through my tears his face was ashen, upset. Impulsively, I reached out to touch his cheek. His eyes softened as he leaned down to touch his lips to mine.
The bell rang, interupting the moment. He wound his fingers in mine and smiled crookedly, “Shall we go to class?”
I nodded, letting him take me back inside.
Even though he was already late, he insisted on walking me to class. Jesse never did anything half-way. At the door, he kissed me one last time and then walked away, promising to be there for the next class. I rolled my eyes to myself as I entered the class, still smiling.
“Decided to join us did you, Ceirra?” the teacher noted sarcastically.
I shot her a dirty look when she turned away.