“You don’t even know me. You only know me as your teacher. It’s my job to be nice. It’s my job to support you. It’s my job to help you and help you learn. You think you like me, Sam, but you don’t. Not really,” she said. The words – they just came spilling out. They hurt her to say – and obviously, they hurt Sam, as well.
“That’s not true,” he said, but he looked hurt when he said it. They danced in silence for a few moments, each not saying anything and just moving to the music. “You’re saying that you don’t feel anything at all?”
In answer, she said, “Follow my lead.” Following her cues, they moved towards the far side of the room, as far away from the men who wanted to talk to Sam as possible. She also did it as a way to ignore Sam’s question.
What can I say? That yes, I
