- 15.
After SAT scores were released, Mr.
Henderson sent a message to the class group
chat, inviting everyone out for a celebratory
dinner.
His treat.
The class had done surprisingly well,
exceeding all his expectations.
The group chat erupted in cheers.
We were meeting at 7 pm.
When I came downstairs, Ethan was waiting.
His lips curved into a smile as he took my
hand.
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At the restaurant, I pulled my hand away
before entering.
Ignoring his look of mock disappointment.
Someone asked, “Are you and Ethan, like, a
thing, Class Prez?”
“How come you came together?”
I shrugged.
“Not really.”
Ethan looked up, his eyes full of fake hurt.
“Yeah, ‘not really.‘ We just made out for like
half an hour.”
More like almost an hour.
And there’d been a definite string of saliva
when we finally broke apart.
His lips were still slightly flushed.
Luckily, the waiter arrived with the first
dishes, and everyone started clamoring about
bankrupting Mr. Henderson.
No one heard Ethan’s comment.
