At lunch, Peter, Jake, and I talked about going to the game that night. They were planning on going with their girlfriends, which meant that I'd end up sitting alone, but I did't mind. The team's really good this year, and I actually watched the game, unlike Peter and Jake who just makeout with their girlfriends the whole time.
The bell rang, signaling lunch was over. The hallways were chaos. As soon as I managed to make it to my locker, someone got slammed into the locker next to me. They let out a yelp.
"You ok?" I asked, looking to see who the poor victim was.
"Yeah." It was you. My stomach deicded to take a liking to gymnastics and began flipping and summersaulting.
My mind blanked. Oh my god! I've liked you since seventh grade, how can I not remember your name?! "You're Talia, right?"
Thankfully I got it correct, you nodded. "And you're Collin, right?" You at least knew my name, that was a start.
I nodded. "By the way, your poster in english was awesome. You're a really good artist."
I was stunned. I thought my art was decent, and you had called it awesome. "Thanks, yours was...."
I searched for the word to describe your talent. "Awful." You suggested.
You were going in the opposite direction that I was. "Hey! You're just inexperienced in art. I saw a lot of potential in what you drew. We should meet up sometime, I could give you some pointers. We could draw together." Why did I just say that? You'll never want lessons from me.
"Yeah, definitely." The way your voice strained, it was obvious you were lying.
I decided to leave before I made an ever bigger fool of myself. "Well, I gotta get to class, but I'll see you around."
"Okay, see ya."
I replayed our conversation in my head all day.
I wonder if you're the lonely one in your group of friends too...
