The bell rings, interrupting both of us.
Thank god.
But it's not over.
"Meet me," she whispers, lips hovering over my ear.
"By the garden outside the math wing.
I want to talk to you."
Then she pulls away and smiles.
"See ya" she calls out walking away.
"But we have history together next,"
I call after her, my voice fading.
Talk about a dramatic exit.