The One That Didn't Get Away

Second

Liam

January 16th, 2016
Name: Liam Das

Write about an experience you wish to live through. Why do you wish this, and why this specific experience?

I stare down at the paper. Damn English class. I look to the right and see Sophie look at the paper in confusion. She looks around, and her hazel eyes settle on me. She shrugs her shoulders and looks like she couldn't understand this even if she wanted to.

Hey, I mouth to her. Do you want to do something later?

She looks around, as if she thought I was talking to someone else. She points at herself with an eyebrow in the air. Me? She mouths.

Restroom, I answer her. She get out her agenda, careful not to make too much noise, and gets a pass. I do the same after she leaves.

We meet up by the water fountain. Her ponytail bounces as she stops and looks at me.

"What did you say Liam? YOUR MOUTHING SKILLS ARE TERRIBLE DO YOU HEAR ME" she huffs. I just want to kiss her right then and there.

"Sorry... I was asking if you wanted to do something later." She looks at me quizzically.

"Why me? And why today?" She asks.

"I'm bored and today is the only day you don't have swim practice... right?"

"Right." She looks around to see if anyone is watching, and leans in for a hug. Her head fits right under my chin, and I can't help thinking this is the way it should be. "See you later," she turns around as the bell rings, "and don't forget to walk with me!" She looks back and laughs, then winks. Typical Sophie.

I smile, and shake my head with laughter. "I would never forget," I answer as people start walking up to me and talking. I look at Sophie. She's with Lori and Abby. She always is after English.

She's smiling as they talk about someone and a guy walks past. He waves at her and she hugs him. They talk for a bit, and Abby and Lori look at each other with weird faces. They tell her something, and all three girls leave.

I see the boy look at her and wave bye. She runs back to him and gives him a hug.

I don't know what I feel. I'm not sure if I want to know either. So I let it slide.

I think back to that one text I didn't answer.

And I think how she's with me this afternoon. And maybe I'll ask about that guy.

Maybe if I feel up to it.

I don't think I will. So I forget about it.