he gazed, waking from his desk nap. everyone in the room had bundled up like penguins in the cold. there left me. and him. he had no intention, but yet he walked up to me. the partnership for the next six weeks will be with this boy that i know all about . i knew his bus number, all three of his sisters full names, his home address, his favorite color, his favorite preferences, his pet peeves, his well everything. and still he bothered to come to my old wooden desk to be with me. me . i repeated, the one who had betrayed him in the first place, the one that was the reason for his sc@rs, the one that was the reason for his uncontrollable tears. this time i gazed. how one could have so much self-control to not yell at me for being stupid. for acting self-centered. for being a brat. obviously, he wasn’t there to forgive me. he had a job to do.
