ON Monday, Jared was waiting for me in the bike racks. After he helped me park my bike, he said,” Good morning.” I smiled and said, “Good morning,” back. I was surprised when he took my hand as we walked towards the classroom. I stopped, tried to pry my hand away from him, and said, “What are you doing?”
Jared: “Can’t I hold my girlfriend’s hand?”
Kara: “Are you sure you want our classmates to know about us?”
Jared: “Of course. Why not?”
Kara: “Aren’t you worried about what they would think?
Jared: “I don’t care.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Jared must really like me to not care about what our classmates think of him being with me.
I held on to Jared’s hand tight as we got dirty looks from the other students. I could hear some murmurs, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. I
