“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to put you on the spot.” She looks up at me and my heart stops. “I just had some things to take care of here in town. It was nice seeing you.” And she walks back toward her car. What does that mean? Does she want more than friendship with me? Is it possible for us to be friends? Suddenly I can’t breath or think anymore because my eyes are glued on her ass as she gets into her car and drives away.
Jackson has been trying to catch up with me all week after our run-in at the bar last weekend, but he doesn’t understand why I won’t talk about what happened between us—even though it’s clearly bothering him too much not to say anything. So, when he finally finds a moment alone with me this afternoon before practice starts, he grabs me by the arm and pulls me into an empty classroom near one end of campus where no one will see us together again today. He shuts the door behind him firmly then turns around slowly facing me without saying a word for several seconds while his eyes bore down into mine intently searching them for something…something that is either there or isn’t there….or maybe both things simultaneously until they change colors again from brown right before he speaks so fast his words come out garbled like someone else’s voice talking through his mouth…like what happens when your mind breaks apart completely breaking free