"I just want you to know that I'm truly sorry."
She stares across the coffeeshop table at the words coming from the beautiful mouth of the boy--now a man--who almost killed her. Who made life almost unbearable.
She looks down into her cappuccino, stirs the foam, smiles demurely. She looks up to see his face relaxed. He thinks he's off the hook.
She decides to indulge him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." She sips her drink, lets the foam sit on top of her lips just a little too long before daintily wiping with the napkin.
"Come on..." He's annoyed now. Embarrassed. "I went out of my way to find you. I mean, I'm not a psycho. I'm not stalking you or anything, I just felt really bad..."
"Alex," she says with an authorative sigh, "that was high school." Hie. Skule. The words cut. They are dirty.
"I thought of you everyday after you left, after you dropped out. I know that sounds crazy, but it's been eating away at me for years. Years. How old are we know?"
"Well, I'm 28. How about you?" She crosses her legs and tosses the empty cardboard cup into the trash can behind her with a pointed flick of the wrist. I am on fire. I look so hot.
"Yeah...there must be a reunion coming up some time soon." He looks pained. Or is that wistful?
She doesn't want to lose the momentum. "I already threw away my invitation. I'm not going. You won't see me there."
"So you are still mad?" He raises an eyebrow.
He's flirting with me. "Well...I know how I could not be mad anymore."
He grins. He always was a handsome fuck. "How's that?"
"You can give me head."
