Inside My Arms

He clears his throat.
Plays with his pencils.
Laughs to a joke his partner told.
And turns around.

I got a knot stuck in my throat.
I don't know what to do.
I shouldn't have stared at him.
It's rude.

He doesn't pull away.
Just continues staring at me.
I stare at him.
Not wanting to be the one to break the awkward silence.
It continues on like this.

Until the bell rings.
He turns around and grab his binder.
Gets up and out of the room he goes.

I curse myself for not saying anything.

I slowly got out of the room to see Frank waiting.

"Hi," I greet him.

"Now Polly, why are you being childish?"

"What?"

"School is almost over, we're going to go to college, you and Gerard are going to the same college, and you've been hating on him since you were like five." he tells me.

"It's not like that. I don't really hate him. We just don't talk."

"You're bound to eventually talk to him," he said.

"Most unlikey," I correct him.
Waving a finger in front of his face.

"He's a nice guy!"

"He's a devil child."

Frank groans.
I won the argument.

"Why don't you come over to my house?" He ask me.

"I don't know..."

"My band is rehearsing at my house," he persuades me.

"Now, it's little Frankie's band. Ahw, you know I can't miss this."
I start pinching his cheeks.
He turns bright red.

"Ahw, c'mon Polly!"

I stop.
But continue smiling.