she’s been chewing on her lip for the last three hours of school. alex said to meet her outside the library after school, so that’s what she’s doing. ( they had a favorite table. it was an oak bench, varnished to avoid splinters, with plenty of gum stuck beneath the seats. it didn’t get hot during the day when the sun beat on it and it didn’t ever move from this spot. they carved their initials underneath the table with a pocket - knife when they were nine. she knows where to meet her. )
carson isn’t dreading it, per - se. no, she and alex are still considered friends. at least, carson thinks they are. except that they don’t make eye contact and they don’t hang out and they don’t have the same friends and they don’t -------------- oh, god, who is she kidding ? they’re not friends. it’s been years. carson can get as nostalgic as she wants, it isn’t gonna bring back the past.
“ my apologies for getting paired with me for a fat month of chemistry labs, but good news is that i’m a whiz at chem and we’ll be guaranteed an a in no time. ” / @alexmaladi is in for a month’s worth of awkward projects.
