As usual, a precise amount of creamer was added to the bitter train coffee before he allowed himself to indulge in the warmth being emitted from the small teacup. The tiny clank sound filled the compartment as the spoon he used to stir the liquid with collided slightly with the glass. He tried to listen to Jack’s story of how he planned to win Laura Clemens over this year with the help of a few tips he’d picked up from some romance song, but his mind was elsewhere. Being in the train reminded him of her, the thought of which he had aimed unsuccessfully to push away from his thoughts all summer. Girls confused him, that much was certain. There was one female in particular that perplexed him beyond all others, and he realized this as he saw her that afternoon from behind his copy of The Great Gatsby that he’d been …show more content…
This combined with the feelings he always had for her was what set him over the edge. One minute he was nonchalantly stabbing a piece of chicken with the back of his fork and the next, he had stormed from the eating hall. Suddenly, the tall boy had found himself in the boy’s restroom nearest to the hall. He punched the wall with rage and felt his knuckles crack with pain. He didn’t really know what he had been trying to accomplish with this action, after all he wasn’t strong enough to punch down a wall. Perhaps he thought that this would satisfy the anger that seemed to have crawled up his throat. But it didn’t. Griffin had been there for her since the end of 6th grade. Through her nerdy stage where she was in the process of finding herself. Sam had been there but in a different sense. Hadn’t he said that he didn’t want to ruin their friendship last year when Freya had advanced on him? Then why was the boy eyeing her up at dinner? “Griffin, you’re bleeding,” said a squeaky voice from behind him. Philip Strickland. The small boy must’ve followed him from the hall. “I’ve been worse,” Griffin grumbled. His friend waved him