Well...This Is New - 34

French class was difficult.
Tom sat next to me, and kept poking me, begging me to know what was the matter.
I just kept my head on my arms, closing my eyes, trying to keep in the tears.
Why was Paul doing this?
Why was he acting so...so...
I thought about being at his house in the snow, him attacking me, jumping on me, holding me in his arms...versus...how he was now.
Cold, angry, almost secretive in his dealings with me.
I didn't get it.
It was hurting so much.
All I wanted to do was go home.
But I still had singing class to go to, and Jason probably wouldn't say anything to me. Why would he?
For a moment, I wondered if my tears were going to escape, but they didn't.
And then came singing class...

I sat in my seat, playing with my hair, trying to keep my emotions in order. I idly wondered where Jason was.
I'd seen him today, during gym class. With his on again off again girlfriend.
I knew he wouldn't say a word to me. They were obviously on again.
My tears were threatening to make my eyes burst. How was I supposed to sing when all I wanted to do was cry?
The door swung open, and he walked in, as cool as the winter breeze. His eyes serene, his gait smooth.
I took in a breath, wondering if he'd say anything.
He didn't.
"Just as I thought," I thought bitterly. "I wish this day would just end."
After a lot of talking, Mr. Andrews gazed at us, finally, from the piano.
"Take up Balm in Gilead," he instructed. "And...go ahead and mix up the parts."
"Well..." My mind became very nearly frantic. "Now what?"