Sitting cross-legged on the bed
listening to the guy's unusual taste for
We Are Never Getting Back Together (Taylor Swift)
Doling cards, sipping make believe liquor
slurping the more teen-friendly Maggi noodles and
crunching the chips, we commenced Play
and bent over as avidly as a computer addict
Mid-game, he hit Pause
with a question speeding like a bullet
"Do you like...anyone"
More accusatory than questioning
words hit home better than his
ball passes in Physical Ed; needless to say,
It was a home run, a game changer
"I pity you and Thomas, being teased"
Class chairs together
We were sat on a lot but
"I didn't really mind, I had a crush on him"
uttered as breezily as the
gust entering the window
Gasps. Gapes. Clutches chair. Shock.
"Well! Poor Thomas, enduring all matchmaking and
no idea you liked him."
An imperceptible nod, followed by confirmation I longed to hear
"Oh, he knows. He liked me too"
Stagger. Feigns a faint. Collapses on floor.
Pulling him up is tugging a sack of potatoes.
The lecture begins; now I knew why
he always bugged me, he was like
BGR, infatuation and relationship tirade
"We're not in a relationship!" My protest is feeble
My voice constituting wisps and puffs objecting his imagination
"You better not," my new relationship counsellor glares at me.