Too easy to disprove.
I have a toothache.
The dentist? On Saturday?
Work called me in.
When did you get a job?
I need to study.
There’s always Sunday.
I’m going in for
green contacts.
There’s a novel idea.
Grandfather won’t
let me go.
The biggest kicker of all.
What if he won’t?
BY THE TIME
The bell rings for lunch, I still
haven’t figured out what to say.
Then I see Bryce. Every ounce
of doubt melts away beneath
the warmth of his smile.
By the time I have stashed
my books, he is at my side.
Almost unbelievably, I feel
his arm slide around my waist.
Hungry? Come on. Let’s go.
I am not even a little bit hungry.
At least, not for food. Usually
I grab a quick bite at the snack
bar, sit on the lawn or in the quad
to nibble and read. But not today.