23: His Voice

2018

Clara

I left the classroom feeling great.

That familiar feeling, which always followed when I truly grasped what had been taught.

Approaching my locker, I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey," someone said. I turned to see Andrew smiling brightly.

"Hi," I replied, returning the smile.

"I was looking for you in class. Didn't see you." I told him

"Oh. I saw you though," he said, a playful tone in his voice.

"I noticed you sat in the first bench as usual."

"You noticed?" I asked, laughing.

"Yeah, I did," he said.

“I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me again." I muttered

"What? Because of the other day?" He asked

“Yeah I mean…” I started, hoping he didn't feel bad that day.

"It's fine," he assured me.

"It's not your fault. I mean he's your boyfriend, isn't he?"

I hesitated, unsure how to answer.

“Well...it's complicated."

Andrew chuckled at my response.

"I'm sorry though” I said, regardless of how he felt about it. I just feel like I needed to apologize

"Come on, it's fine,"