Runaway

Uh oh.

Uh oh. He saw my phone? Shit.

   "Oh, he's Charlotte's brother. I've been hanging out with him."

   "Let me guess, he was going to pick you up too? Didn't realize a guy you've only just met would be more important than me."

   "So? You've been talking to Hazel! How the hell do you think I feel? Why do you think I didn't respond to any of your texts? You're a hypocritical bastard, Avery!" Big mistake, but oh well, communication is key, right?

"Maple, chill out. Stop shouting, you'll attract other peoples' attention." He's right, I am attracting other peoples' attention. I don't care.

"So? It shouldn't matter to them anyway! So much for talking shit out, take me home."

"Maple, seriously, let's talk—"

"No! Take me home!" Start heading back, but he holds on to me.

"Look, I'm sorry. If you don't like me hanging out with Hazel so much, you should've said something. How would I know otherwise?" He's right, and I should be the one apologizing, but the lump in my throat grows bigger, and I can't speak.

But still, through my sniffles and clogged nose, I manage an apology back.

"Don't cry, Maple. I forgive you, and I hope you'll forgive me too."

He pulls my face closer to his, and I close my eyes, waiting for his lips to interlock with mine.

Now, I really don't care who's watching.