Different is good

  Ben pecked me. In the play, Romeo kisses Juliet on her lips. No one questioned that because we were a couple so we didn’t think it would be a big deal. The standing ovation, the cheers, I remember it all too clearly.

  They liked it. But I didn’t. I wanted a real kiss. I also want to stop thinking about him. Argh. I collapse to the bed and give the ceiling my middle finger. Why are things falling apart for me?

  By this time next week, I’ll be in school. Today is the last day of my suspension. Tomorrow is our last match. I am nervous. It shows in the way my arms shake when I reach for my laptop on the nightstand.

  We haven’t practised together in two weeks. Our third match was okay but the opponents for tomorrow are trickier. They have Ben’s height and stature. It will be tough. I tap on the keyboard and the screen of my laptop comes to life.