And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
He slams the door to his locker and breathes in deeply.
The boy is not quite ready for confessions.
A girl walks past him, ignoring the bespectacled chipmunk completely.
"Hey, Leilene."
She flipped her hair in his flushed face.
"Hi."
His heart was beating rapidly. Or was it his head? Whatever it was, he wasn't supposed to be feeling this.
"Are you going to the dance on Friday? I could buy you a ticket."
That was rather indirectof him.
The girl blinked a few times and then she replied.
"No, thanks. My boyfriend bought me one."
His face shuffled from hopeful to hurt in about half a second.
"Oh. I hope you have fun."
He quickly shuffled out of sight. How long had he known that anticipated answer? Why did he even ask her?
I lifted myself from the nippy floor and trudged towards him.
"Hi, Simon."
The boy didn't turn his head to me like I expected him to, though. He stared elsewhere and mumbled, "I have to go, Jeanette. Bye." Then zipped out of the hallway.
Doesn't that chipmunk know who truly loves him?
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am