Julie Jacobs

The late afternoon sun shone down on the boring party. It was a mix of the complete opposite groups, and myself being one of the middle I had endured comments about both. Most of us were bored out of our minds, while others were broken into scattered groups that had invisible barriers; I stood in one spot, conversing with whoever was there. He stood a couple feet away. After our last fight, which ended with an apology and an awkward hug we were now back into the confusing relationship that changed daily. Though I had no particular romantic interest in him, something about him made me (make that everyone) care about his exact words and gestures to me.