thinking I was better than her before she puts on her fake smile again and asks if she can speak to me in private.
"I don't have anything else to say to you," I calmly say then drop my hand from Tyler's chest and leave the dance floor making my way back to our table.
He's following close behind but doesn't say anything when we both sit down again. I can feel his anger radiating off of him at what just happened. I turn my head to look at him and see that his jaw is clenched. I manage to smile at the memory it invokes when I had tried to decipher what it had meant that night years ago and knowing the cause of it right now. I reach out my right hand to touch his jaw, but chicken out at the last second and pull it back to my lap instead.
"I'm sorry," I say to him.
"Why are you sorry?"
I should be honest with him, rather, I feel like I can be completely honest with him and he wouldn't judge me. It's a hunch I've had about him from that very first night and the little time I've spent with him here, now, which I know doesn't seem rational but it makes total sense to me. I take a deep breath, exhale, and let the chips fall where they may.
"I'm pretty sure we were having a moment there and she ruined it." I turn my face down towards the floor afraid of what he could be thinking, hoping I wasn't wrong about him.
He doesn't say anything for what feels like a lifetime. From the corner of my eye, I see his hand come into view to grab hold of my chin and turn it back slowly towards him. "Hey, look at me," he says and I finally bring my eyes to his.
"If you think for one second that I would let anything or anyone ruin my time with you after all these years, you're crazy," he pauses and then adds, "And for the record, it was definitely a moment."
I nod when he lets go of my chin and can tell that he is visibly more relaxed. He asks if I'm alright and if I'd like another drink, to which I say yes. I watch him walk away and find myself grinning at the trail of ogling eyes from every female as he passes them. I'm still staring off in his direction when the chair he had been occupying a short while ago scrapes against the hardwood floor.
I don't need to look to know who it is. She's relentless, this one. I sigh and turn my head back slowly to see Lisa sitting in Tyler's seat. Drink in her hand, check. Phony smile plastered on her face, check.
"Jesus Christ, Lisa, what didn't you understand when I said I had nothing else to say to you."
She crosses her legs and leans back in the chair as if she's planning on staying for a spell and visit with an old friend. Somehow forgetting that this old friend is the one she stabbed in the back and doesn't want anything to do with her. The phony smile smoothes over to reveal sadness in her demeanor while she contemplates what to say next. Before she can say whatever she's thinking of I see a new wine glass being placed in front of me on the table.
"Get up and walk away... now," Tyler says from behind me in a slightly menacing tone.
Now, if I was her, and someone spoke to me like that I'd like to think I can take the hint. But she doesn't move. Instead she keeps her eyes on me and asks one more time, "Sabrina, I really would like to talk you, in private."
I don't know if it's the inflection of sadness in her voice or if I just don't want this scene to play out any further in front of every other fellow 2001 Skippack High School graduate.
"Fine," I bite out.
I reluctantly stand up and as I'm about to pick up my wine glass to bring with me Tyler says, "You don't owe her anything, Sabrina."
"I'll be fine," I say to him and tuck my hair behind my ear.
He grins knowingly and looks over my shoulder at Lisa. "Are you sure?"
I nod, hoping I'm right then turn on my heel and see Lisa impatiently waiting for me a few steps away. When I reach her, I gesture with my free hand towards the front door of the ballroom and say, "By all means, lead the way."
I follow Lisa down the long corridor that leads
"I don't have anything else to say to you," I calmly say then drop my hand from Tyler's chest and leave the dance floor making my way back to our table.
He's following close behind but doesn't say anything when we both sit down again. I can feel his anger radiating off of him at what just happened. I turn my head to look at him and see that his jaw is clenched. I manage to smile at the memory it invokes when I had tried to decipher what it had meant that night years ago and knowing the cause of it right now. I reach out my right hand to touch his jaw, but chicken out at the last second and pull it back to my lap instead.
"I'm sorry," I say to him.
"Why are you sorry?"
I should be honest with him, rather, I feel like I can be completely honest with him and he wouldn't judge me. It's a hunch I've had about him from that very first night and the little time I've spent with him here, now, which I know doesn't seem rational but it makes total sense to me. I take a deep breath, exhale, and let the chips fall where they may.
"I'm pretty sure we were having a moment there and she ruined it." I turn my face down towards the floor afraid of what he could be thinking, hoping I wasn't wrong about him.
He doesn't say anything for what feels like a lifetime. From the corner of my eye, I see his hand come into view to grab hold of my chin and turn it back slowly towards him. "Hey, look at me," he says and I finally bring my eyes to his.
"If you think for one second that I would let anything or anyone ruin my time with you after all these years, you're crazy," he pauses and then adds, "And for the record, it was definitely a moment."
I nod when he lets go of my chin and can tell that he is visibly more relaxed. He asks if I'm alright and if I'd like another drink, to which I say yes. I watch him walk away and find myself grinning at the trail of ogling eyes from every female as he passes them. I'm still staring off in his direction when the chair he had been occupying a short while ago scrapes against the hardwood floor.
I don't need to look to know who it is. She's relentless, this one. I sigh and turn my head back slowly to see Lisa sitting in Tyler's seat. Drink in her hand, check. Phony smile plastered on her face, check.
"Jesus Christ, Lisa, what didn't you understand when I said I had nothing else to say to you."
She crosses her legs and leans back in the chair as if she's planning on staying for a spell and visit with an old friend. Somehow forgetting that this old friend is the one she stabbed in the back and doesn't want anything to do with her. The phony smile smoothes over to reveal sadness in her demeanor while she contemplates what to say next. Before she can say whatever she's thinking of I see a new wine glass being placed in front of me on the table.
"Get up and walk away... now," Tyler says from behind me in a slightly menacing tone.
Now, if I was her, and someone spoke to me like that I'd like to think I can take the hint. But she doesn't move. Instead she keeps her eyes on me and asks one more time, "Sabrina, I really would like to talk you, in private."
I don't know if it's the inflection of sadness in her voice or if I just don't want this scene to play out any further in front of every other fellow 2001 Skippack High School graduate.
"Fine," I bite out.
I reluctantly stand up and as I'm about to pick up my wine glass to bring with me Tyler says, "You don't owe her anything, Sabrina."
"I'll be fine," I say to him and tuck my hair behind my ear.
He grins knowingly and looks over my shoulder at Lisa. "Are you sure?"
I nod, hoping I'm right then turn on my heel and see Lisa impatiently waiting for me a few steps away. When I reach her, I gesture with my free hand towards the front door of the ballroom and say, "By all means, lead the way."
I follow Lisa down the long corridor that leads
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