11.
CUMPLICATIONS
EVERYONE WATCHED AS WE WALKED TOGETHER TO OUR LAB TABLE, HE in his new ensemble, and me in the shirt that he had obviously been wearing earlier. Anyone that hadn't seen us changing shirts in the lunchroom—and I admit that that was probably a fairly small percentage—probably thought that we'd had sex! I noticed that he no longer angled the chair to sit as far back from me as the desk would allow. Instead, he sat quite close, our arms almost touching. Why was he suddenly so affectionate? I wondered. For a brief second, I considered the possibility that we actually did have sex during that time I was passed out in the lunchroom, but shook the thought. After all, wouldn't Jessica have started asking me questions about it already?
Mr. Banner backed into the room then, pulling a tall metal frame on wheels that held an enormous oak TV with a VCR perched on top. A movie day—the lift in the class atmosphere was almost tangible. Mr. Banner shoved the tape, hard, into the reluctant VCR and walked to the wall to turn off all the lights.
And then, as the room went black, I was suddenly hyper-aware that Fredward was sitting less than an inch