Love is beautiful

　　“What’s the inspiration for the band name?” I ask Calum. Today is the gig but before then, we have to suffer in school first. I have stopped trying to get him off my back but he is still trying to get me to like him. “Did anyone break your heart or Mira’s or Leah’s or Sam’s or Lucas’s?”

　　He laughs. “Not someone but what?” My lips press into a thin line. He laughs again but it lacks some of its usual warmth. Opening the door to our classroom open, I go in first and he follows suit. “Life did. So we are mending it ourselves.”

　　“Nice. Maybe you will mend mine,” I mutter as a joke but he takes it serious. He frowns.

　　“What’s your story, Tessa?” My mouth dries up. I am about to start rambling if I don’t get myself out of this situation and he sets me up with a question. “Have you ever been heartbroken?” I fight back the tears that rush to make an appearance. The class is empty, so it is just us, sadly. “A boy?”