Instead of watching Lindsey’s face for a lie,
I watched my crush even more closely
than I had before.
There was nothing gay about him.
(Well, nothing stereotypically gay.)
Lindsey came up to me on the balcony
“You see what I mean about him?” she asked.
“Nope,” I said.
“Geez,” she said. “For all the time you spend
watching people, you’re pretty clueless.”
Before anger rushed to the surface
and I could tell her she’s a bigger bully
than Maddy and Amanda,
she had already left.
Cold wind swept through me,
hollowing me out.
I told myself
to pity her.