"If you hold that pen harder I think it will break." I look down at my hands. Indeed the pen is almost to its point break, so I relaxed my grip. I examine, and as I look, I notice it is a bit bent, but I'll survive its purpose. I make a face to the kid seated beside me at class and turn back to the lecture. Whatever has been said, I have no idea. I'm going to have to read the whole chapter for the next class. "You ok there?"
"Yes," I say without turning to whoever he is.
"You don't look ok."
"I am."
"Then go out with me."
"What?" This time I do turn around. I remember his face from somewhere but can't place a name, he's cute, my age, but I have no idea who he is.
"A date?" he smiles and leans closer.
"Why?"
"Why not?" He shrugs.
Exactly Dolly, why wouldn't he want to date you? You
