recess time finally came. i slid my hand in between her elbows and ordered myself a carton of milk.
i slowly feel her move away from me as she chatters with her other, more popular, dance members.
reluctantly, i let go of my grasp on her. i took a straw for my carton and waited for her at a table.
she asks, "why did you leave me?"
i shook my head, simply answering with "nothing".
in no time afterwards, boys began to look at her to admire her beauty. she pushed a stray hair behind her ear, starting conversation with me.
i muttered under my breath, "but you left me first."
