We work together in science.
It's a biology experiment,
and we have to use liver.
He won't touch it.
He has a little scared look on his face.
Something about my heart
flutters when he looks that way
weak and a little vulnerable-
and open.
He's happy when I do it for him.
I feel happy inside when he smiles.
Ugh.
Stupid feelings.
Again in English, I see him.
"Do you have a sharpener?"
Strange -
that question feels so intimate.
"Yeah."
Our fingers touch.
At the end of the day,
I go out with the seniors to eat
at a fast-food chain:
we won the lacrosse match,
last of the lacrosse season.
"The dinner of champions!"
Head Boy yells.
It doesn't feel like it.
All I can think of is that moment
when our hands touched,
just for a second.
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weird boy
RomanceHe wears a Halloween costume everyday, and won't look me in the eye, but that's why I think he's beautiful.
