"I said I was sorry but- it didn't work" I starred her down, making sure she felt my presence. She avoided me, but curiosity over came her and Cynthia finally looked me in the eyes. "I've been good for her" I added. She scuffled "sometimes you can't fix shit. It happens, remember?" She walked away, leaving Deandre and I alone. I couldn't bare to see her walk away anymore. I ran after her. I heard Deandre yell my name but I was focused on Cynthia. "Hey, Cynthia!" I yelled. She finally stopped at the balcony. "What? You want to say something else?" Cynthia said. Her words full of anger but her eyes full of sadness. "You never fought for me" she added. "I am now. I swear!" I stepped closer to her, feeling the small space between our bodies, the smell of her: cinnamon buns and the perfectly rounded lips of hers. I couldn't resist, this crush, since high school wasn't going away because her lips have met mine too many times to forget.