Banned from writing lab. No matter how much I try, to maintain a professional atmosphere, it appears I have somehow done the wrong thing for not touching Finley while he is a teacher. I am not to attend Prom. I am not to be in or near the writing lab, not at all. If I do, Finley's position is liable to be cancelled and I will not walk. The threats are clear, the implications truthful.... I will endanger Finley's career.
Kate trusted me today. She told me a trouble of her heart and I soothed her. I let slip Finley and I, how we... and How I have only ever known two people who needed a Payton. Only two....
And Kate looked at me and--after I'd carefully tested a few things I'd spoken of before--sighed, said, "You know, Payton, I can be pretty dense sometimes."
I know. I can be too. "You can always talk to me about shit, Kate. I'll listen."
She looked at me. Beautiful and vaguely surprised both. "I'm figuring that out." Alarm at the implication. "Oh, not--not that I couldn't before, it's just..."
I nod slowly, look at her. I know what she says.
She meant it.
Hannah Engstrom comes over. "Payton, what's the first thing you think about that's bigger than an elephant?"
"Ms. Linde's Penis?"
Wild laughter. I do that, sometimes. Oops.
Nathan's been given the boot, last I heard. Dalton asked me how I felt about it (in private, he's not like that) and that's how I found out. Don't know how to feel about it. Dominic's not there with his lines yet, poor thing, but he's working really hard. He won't be at rehearsal tomorrow and I'm freaked about it, even though I know that.
After that, I flocked with Hannah Nathan. Flocking involved flamingos on a stranger's lawn for purposes of fundraiser. At first she was awkward with me, but by the end she was smiling and laughing. Friendly and kind. I love that one. The gentle-heart.
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