The Betrayal

That was the first day he invited me home. He had borrowed a pencil from me third period and when our hands touched, I could feel the love flowing through my fingertips. When he returned it, that was when he offered, and I had to bite down hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from swooning.

Everyday after he was gone I swept my tongue over the sore until that was the only hurt I could feel.