"I thought we were going to talk." Alex comes up to me on Monday when I'm at my locker.
"Oh yeah." I say, as if I forgot. Of course I didn't forget, I just didn't really know how to approach him. "Sorry about that."
He smiles. "Don't worry about it. I was hung over anyway."
I laugh. "I figured as much."
"So are we going to talk?" he asks. I still admire how forward he is with things that I'd be so shy about.
I sigh, looking around to see if any of my friends are nearby. I didn't tell them about Alex talking to me in his room last night and I didn't tell them that I'd forgiven him. They'd be annoyed with me and they'd convince me to carry on being angry with him and I don't want to carry on being angry with him.
"I can't talk right now." is all I tell him.
"Okay, well come over after school. We have to work on the duet anyway, we can talk then." he suggests.
I nod. "Okay."
He holds onto my wrist as I'm walking away and pulls me back in front of him. I can't help but think you have a girlfriend even though he isn't even doing anything remotely romantic. There's just something about the atmosphere he creates between the two of us that puts me on edge when I think of Sarah.
"Hey." he says softly. "We're okay aren't we?"
"Yeah." I smile. "We'll talk later."
He smiles, nodding. "Okay."