"So did you go say hi?" asked Dallas.
"No!" replied Henry.
"Why?"
"He probably felt awkward, right Henry?" said Savannah quietly. They were talking about Heather, the newest addition to Henry and Dallas' science class.
"Right. I thought she'd think its weird if I went and said hello," said Henry. He took a bite of his sandwich.
"Sav, are you ok?" Dallas turned the focus to Savannah.
Savannah speared her salad with her fork. "Yeah. I'm fine," she muttered.
"I think I like the girl," blurted Henry.
Dallas turned to Henry.
"She likes Harry Potter more than I do. And it seems like she's got her shit together. Minus the fall in the park."
Savannah was thinking about the Abigail kiss. If I want to become closer to my friends I need to be able to tell them things.
"Guys. I have news," she said awkwardly. Dallas turned and stared intently at Savannah. She put her knees up and set her head on her hands.
"I kissed someone at the roof party."
Dallas jumped up and squealed.
Henry smiled toothily and took another bite of his sandwich.
"I KNEW IT. Who, I need to know," Dallas practically screamed.
"Someone you probably wouldn't expect," continued Savannah.
"Ok, who is it?" asked Henry.
"It's..." Abigail. Say her name. Abigail. Tell them. Savannah's hands were sweating. Her mouth felt dry and her stomach had butterflies. Angry, vicious butterflies. She swallowed and tried to speak. "I..." I can't say it. "I have to go."
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Pointe Shoes, Pen Ink, and Rosin
Teen FictionThree students meeting at a school for the arts. They connect and build a friendship stronger than anyone would have ever imagined. A ballet dancer A cello player And a writer.
