CHRIS
Twisted words
I take the hit, but have got to do something to get out of this situation, to stop her thinking this about me, even though in truth, until a few months back, that was exactly how my evenings went.
“Are you okay?” I whisper. All she does is nod, not being able to look me in the eye.
Why these thoughts? It was meant to be a carefree, light evening, but I see her hold tears back and I can’t understand why.
The music continues in the background as we’re standing in the sidelines and I passively accept her unleashing her freak-out on me. My plans to ease the tension between us a little are miserably going up in smoke, but I have to let her have this one, I can’t help it.
“What’s happening?” asks Davon, having witnessed the scene.
I brush him off and praise be that
