The boy is bright red,
Glowing with embarrassment.
Everyone laughs,
Including you
And me because
You're a funny kid and most find that
appealing.
Then when the lesson is over,
You go to leave and
Lauren is
Right there behind you, next to you
Talking and
You're listening.
Really listening.
I've seen you walking about together,
Between lessons.
She's supposed to walk with me but
She doesn't anymore.
Jealousy is a powerful ally,
Always.
I saw your arm slip around her waist once as you
Both spoke to some of the girls with big heads,
small noses, perfect hair.
And then came that moment when it all
collapsed, I suppose.
I saw you, outside my English classroom,
Empty chairs beside me.
You thought you were being cool
Skipping class, hiding behind the English block.
But I saw you hold Lauren in your arms and then she reached up
and her lips landed gracefully on yours.
And the boy was bright red
Again.
(found in the back of an old journal)