Or... [She thinks about letting it go - really, seriously, considers it. Just not saying anything and rounding the corner and sitting down together, because he's right, no one thinks they're going to skip the keynote. Some of their friends might be waiting for them. It will probably be a really good speech. They can still make it, and easy. There will be other times.
It's this last thought that decides it for her because she'd had that thought before, that thought had once been one of too many ghosts and she's too old for those kinds of regrets. She catches his hand before he can begin to move away, tugs him closer, speaks in a low rush.] Or we could go make out in an empty classroom until dinner.
[She raises an eyebrow, turning red but daring him to question her or to say anything about it.]
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It's this last thought that decides it for her because she'd had that thought before, that thought had once been one of too many ghosts and she's too old for those kinds of regrets. She catches his hand before he can begin to move away, tugs him closer, speaks in a low rush.] Or we could go make out in an empty classroom until dinner.
[She raises an eyebrow, turning red but daring him to question her or to say anything about it.]