Whispers filled the hallways.
like empty wind
in the land of the dead.
"Who do you think Ethan Brewer would ask for the winter formal?
"Ethan and Elena will be back on track!"
"I'm betting my last dime that he'll ask Harper.
I mean, she is Harper Stone!"
Wanting to shout, it's none of your business
Ignoring each word,
walking like I was the only one in the corridor,
nothing worked.
Whispers turned into loud statements.
The names of Elena and Harper were replaced with other girls.
The first signs of cold hit.
Everything kept changing.
But the fact that though I hated
everything, I was a coward
who didn't have the courage
to ask you out didn't
c h a n g e.