I stayed there dumbfounded, frozen in place with my jaw unhinged. I was just staring at him until I locked eyes with him. Nathan? What did he want? I felt sick to my stomach; the feeling came out of nowhere sending immediate shocks throughout my body. I knew my face was now lacking colour because of the oddly concerned look on his face.
“What?” I demanded impatiently. I was seeking the perfect time for myself to just slip away from him not having to deal with this conversation.
“I just wanted to know if you were okay,” his voice trailed off slightly letting his words be smothered by the rest of the class shouts and abrupt laughter. At that point I looked at him trying to give him an irritated look. Instead, I actually took a good look at him and studied him up and down when we locked eyes again. My face softened, he was just the same as me. He knew before I had to say anything. He knew before he had seen. I glanced down now wanting to avoid eye contact, wanting to get as far away as I could.
I got up and walked away. I sat in the bathroom crying, spending the rest of the period locked away. I pulled out my phone and saw the time. 12:43 The bell was going to ring in about 2 minutes. I got up, washed my face and walked into the classroom and collected my things. As I walked out I shot a look backwards towards my seat and saw Nathan going out behind me. I rounded the corner deciding to take the long way to my locker, I’ll just skip lunch again, I thought to myself. I was walking along and looking up at the cerulean sky when someone grabbed my hand. They flipped me around and started walking me back to the English classroom I had just spent two hours in.
“Wait. What? Where are you taking me?” He didn’t answer me. I didn’t understand what was happening. What was he planning on doing with me? Did he confuse me with some other girl? Probably, he stopped holding onto me as he entered the door. He dropped his stuff off in the chair closest to the door and grabbed my arm again as he walked out.
We walked across the campus to the locker bay. He stopped abruptly and I ran into the back of him slightly, I mumbled a slight apology. He turned and looked at me in the eyes and held out his palm. “Is this yours,” he voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. In his palm laid a tiny, shiny, silvery rectangle.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I took a deep breath and let out a shaky one. I swallow loudly and finally spoke, “Does it matter?” I shifted my view to the floor.
“Do you..?” he trailed off not finishing the rest of the sentence. There was no need to finish it.
