a group of us skipped study hall
'cause really
who likes study hall?
it's boring
and pointless

so...
we left just a little bit early
that day
a group of us friends

we walked away from the school
pretty damn fast
escaping before the teachers could grab us
and drag us back inside the school
for three and a half hours of nothing important

we all stopped at a store
and went inside
except for me
( I was watching all of our stuff)
and you
I still don't know why
you didn't go inside

we stood there
outside the store
saying nothing
being suffocated
by the sheer awkwardness
of having absolutely no one around
but the two of us

then you said "try this"
and handed me a little piece of an
orange colored-poppy-seed covered-cookie-roll-bread-thingy
that you'd randomly pulled from your book-bag
and you gave me that smile of yours

I ate it
noted that it tasted like pumpkins
swallowed
smiled and said
"it's good"

and I meant it
though I think I would have
said the same thing
even if it had tasted of acid covered, dirt flavored roadkill

you broke it in two
handed me half
and we munched in silence
while I tried not to blush

I told myself
I was incredibly lucky to get a couple of minutes
alone with you
but still
a selfish little part of me hoped that
our friends would stay inside that store for awhile
a couple of days, a week perhaps

but all too soon they came back out
toting shopping bags
that contained hair dye
and licorice

I didn't mind the licorice
though it wasn't black
which is my favorite
'cause red's okay
I guess

The hair dye was
another story
I didn't want to spend
my valuable skipping study hall time
chewing not-black licorice
and inhaling the sickening fumes of hair dye

your cell phone rang
and you wandered away to answer it
and I prayed that you weren't going to leave me
alone with the hair dye
and the licorice
that wasn't even black

and then my friends announced that they were going to
go smoke pot and dye their hair
and I was like "yay. drugs and hair dye."
well...
I didn't say it
but I thought it
I almost wished I had stayed for study hall

and you closed your cell phone
and came back
and announced that you had to go on an errand
downtown
to buy root beer
you asked if anyone
wanted to come with you

and my brain was like "ESCAPE!"
so I was like "you guys have fun with your fumes"
and then we both left
I wondered why anyone would choose
drugs and hair dye over you
but then I figured
"heck, my gain, their loss"

I was so glad we skipped study hall