He considered me
as a beam of sunlight cut into his eyes.
“Yeah, driver’s ed was fun,” he said.
The door to the library suddenly slammed,
probably the librarian about to tell us to keep our voices down.
But it was Lindsey.
I knew that before I turned around,
like she was the shiver running up my spine.
Lindsey actually made an effort to look pretty.
Her mousy hair was curled, her lips sparkled with gloss,
but she still wore her raggedy hoodie.
Her expression curdled to anger
when she saw me talking to him.
I DO NOT HATE LINDSEY,
I told myself.