I hate confrontation. I over analyze the situation, and well… I just hate it. The thing is though, I’ve done this so many times with Jackie, trying to figure out what’s going on in her head, I’m used to the “I’m fine.” scenario.

I can feel the weight of my backpack getting heavier and heavier, walking over to the bench.

“Hey… Missed you at the game.”

“Yeah… Um… Congratulations.”

“Thanks…”, this time it’s different. I can feel it already. “Can I sit?”

She nods her head.

“Heard you made the winning goal.”, she says staring blankly into nothingness.

“This is true. Wish I had my buddy with me though.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

This isn’t working.

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Peyton, we can’t.”

“Why not? It’s last period, and it’s P.E., they don’t care.”

“I don’t-”

“Come on… Trust me.”

It’s not the confrontation people are afraid of. It’s the possibility of the story behind it being too big to handle. We can only try… Let’s hope this works.