There was so much catching up to do with friends and I had planned to sit with one of them, but our teacher put me in the last row with her. The last row away from the windows. She was a smart girl and one of the few I liked in class, but there was one awkward knot between us. Have you ever tried threading a needle and found out that the knot you made at the end of the thread wasn’t big enough to catch in the cloth? It was that kind of knot—apparent but useless. A year ago she had wanted to date me, but I was seeing another girl and politely declined. It was the honorable thing to do but didn’t score me any points with her. Two-time but never turn down a girl’s proposal, I have learnt since then. Anyway, she bore my refusal pleasantly—outwardly, at least—and talked easily whenever our paths crossed. It must have been difficult because she hadn’t made a secret of her liking for me and the other girls mocked her. Then I heard she was seeing another boy, and felt easier myself.
What do You think about The Girl Who Sat Beside Me?
