I fretted all weekend, often glaring at the phone as if it were its fault it didn’t ring for me, connecting me to Cam.

On Monday I was rather upset he didn’t call and was hoping he had a good reason, or I would be really mad. I opened my locker a little violently and grabbed my books for my first class. Then I lingered, waiting.

I didn’t see him. I began worrying in first period. maybe something DID happen!

I worried up until lunch, taking notes in my classes for something to do to keep my mind occupied.

I spotted him with his best friends, coming out of the line with trays. I was furious! How could he not have said hi to me this morning?

I decided to play it cool, I had to approach him, no regrets. If I jut sat and festered, I’d explode! I walked over to his table.

“Where were you this morning?” I asked calmly.

“I had an appointment. Dentist,” he responded, just as coolly.
“Oh.” I said, now slightly embarrassed. “See ya.” I left his table, taking my burning cheeks away.

He didn’t call me back.