bare [h.s.]

Clubbing

My third period is a free hour,
but instead of time to
study and work,
my mother forced me
to join student council,
the nerdy, prodigy child
compared to the other
school clubs.

"It looks good on college applications," she reminded me.
But it doesn't look good
if you want friends.

"Is this B206?" I turn around
and almost gag.
There he is, in all his glory.

"Yeah, you made it," I smile
at the perfectly sculpted angel
from calculus class.

"Good, I thought I was lost for a minute," he laughs,
"are you in student council too?"
Only if you want me to be.

"Sadly," I sigh as we walk in together, kind of like a couple.
Kind of.

"I guess this club is pretty lame," He shrugs, and I feel like
I've insulted him.

"Well, I mean, we could make it fun." I say, tugging at the loose
straps of my bag.

"You're in my math class, aren't you? Sawyer Adams, right?"
And the gagging noise
almost comes out.

"That's me," I nod.

"Well, since you're here, this club just got better." He grins,
nearly blinding me with the
sparkling white pearls
he calls teeth.
We take a seat toward the back of the classroom, side by side.
Kind of like a couple.