His eyes stay locked on mine, jaw clenching.
Okay…So either this whole fuckin’ sidewalk’s got a crush on him, or I walked into a party I wasn’t invited to.
I sweep the streets—groups everywhere.
Behind Andrew,
behind me,
next to us,
across the street.
Eyes crawl over us,
whispers slipping between them.
Then to my right?—
“Andrew, hey!”snaps me sideways.
Two girls, arms linked, giggling.
The tall one reaches for his arm.
“Fuck, yeah—does this mean you’re singing tonight?”
My eyes fly to Andrew.
Singing?
He brushes her hand away,
waving them off, palm cutting the air.
“Nah. Not the time. Keep walkin', aight?”
His eyes are still on me.
The girls scoff.
“Yo, what the hell’s your problem?” she asks.
He doesn’t answer and grabs my hand, muttering, “C’mon.”
His eyes are on the ground as we walk,
other hand shoved deep into his pocket,
jaw tight, head shaking.
But I can’t stop hearing it.
Does this mean you’re singing tonight?
The second we turn the corner,
I’m pulling my hand away, stepping back.
