Mike. His name was Mike. However, I just couldn’t seem to get my tongue adjusted to that name, seeing as how our teacher called him Fish. But, knowing he would want an answer, I said “Hi, I’m Roni. Nice to meet you.” Calm, cool, collected on the outside. On the inside?
Sheer panic.
I saw a shine to his eyes, and I noted that it was due to my taking off of the necklace. I should have felt happy, but without that necklace on, I felt insecure. My boldness quickly disappeared, and I turned back to my books. I felt him staring at me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I felt like such a loser. I could feel my self confidence start to drain, and knew it would get ugly soon if i didn’t get away. Finally, finally,the bell rang, and I bolted for the door, not looking back at Mike.
Lord knows how much I hurt him that day, and I’ll never forgive myself for it. But I needed to get something on my neck, something to comfort me in moments like these.
I vowed to apologize at lunch.