“Oh, okay,” I said. “Well, um...
happy Valentine’s Day.”
I held out the card and the
flowers and the teddy bear. She
took them and said thanks, and she
was gone.
I felt like someone had taken a
gun and shot holes in every part of
me. But at the same time some part
of me said, “Well, this makes
sense.” Lorenzo was everything I
wasn’t. He was popular. He was
white. He’d upset the balance of
everything by asking out the only
colored girl in school. Girls loved
him, and he was dumb as rocks. A
nice guy, but kind of a bad boy.