Bonnie had stopped me the next day,
that day she was wearing blue chucks just like mine,
"Chuck, are you still mad at me?"
her small feet skidded to a stop in front of mine as my back pressed to a locker.

i rolled my eyes,
shoving my hands into my pockets,
"i was never mad."

Bonnie copied my actions before caging her hands around me,
them flat on the green surface,
"that's bullshit and you know it."

"just because i don't talk to you doesn't mean i'm mad."
i was trying to make her leave
and it probably would've worked if i hadn't said it so harshly.

"you haven't sat next to me in class. Clyde just fucking talk to me."

"i am talking to you!" waving my hands around, i gestured wildly.
"you wanted a casual thing,
i'm giving you a casual thing."

her hand came to rest on my neck,
playing with the baby-haired curls at the nape of my neck
and pushing me to look at her, "Chuck-"

we were centimeters away from kissing.

"Clyde?"
and as i looked to the side,
claire was there
and i was in a very compromised position.

Bonnie's arms dropped, and instantly i felt cold.