across from Sethany
when she’s at the net.
“hey! waz up?”
The words pop
on the computer screen.
“before you answer,
wat’s a 6 letter wd
for sequester?”
“wat’s sequester?” I write.
“sigh. that’s Y U cant
beat me at Scrabble.
U have heard of the dictionary?”
“whatever,” I write.
“i’ve got more important things
on my mind.”
“oooh! this is going 2 be hot,
i can tell.” ☺
“well, i was with Trey last week.”
“and?”
“i-was-with-Trey last week.”
“OMG,” Sethany writes. (:0)
“exactly.”
I didn’t tell Seth this,
but I wish I had waited.
I know, God.
You wish I had too.
How come your voice
is coming through loud and clear now?
Why couldn’t I hear you before?
Never mind. I know.
Call me Jonah.
I was too busy running
in the opposite direction.
Just one more thing
for which I have to take the blame.
The next day
Seth nods to me
across the classroom,
like always.
Except there’s something off
about her silent hello,
a look that says
I guess I don’t know you
as well as I thought.
“Waz up, girl?
Hardly seen u since-
u know.
I’m missing u.
When can we meet?
Trey.”
I hit delete.
Wish I could do the same
with that one, wrong night.
The next day
Trey meets me after class.
He leans in for a kiss.
I love those lips
and get lost in them, for a minute.
But then I come to my senses.
“Trey, we need to talk.”