Yes! Finally the end of the day had come! I jumped out of my seat and ran out to my locker, collecting everything that I would need for the weekend. When I slammed my locker shut I turned to see him: Andrew. I sighed and stared before composing myself and waving at him happily, crying, “Andrew! Andrew!”
He didn’t even turn to look at me. My wave slowed down and my smile slowly disappeared. I saw Peyton out of the corner of my eye and I groaned in anger. He turned his head towards where Andrew was leaving and me, back and forth, before saying, “I’m telling you Lorraine. He just wants to get in your pants.”
“Shut up about that! He loves me! I know it!” I stated quickly, “He just….shows it differently.” Peyton rolled his eyes, “Sure, he so loves you. I mean, he doesn’t turn around to look at you when you cry out his name.” I ignored Peyton’s pessimism about my relationship. Although i felt like I was trying to prove to myself that he loves me back. Maybe he’ll show his affection for me tonight at the game.