The next week

The following week seems an unending ****. You go to school, you study, you eat, you sleep, you go through the motions of life. All the while you yearn for your forbidden lover. You weren't sure how long you could keep this up. From the few snippets of time you got with Elsie you knew she felt exactly the same way. During these too brief, too rare, moments you would hide away and make out, desperately clutching to each other until you had to let go.

"I don't know if I can do this Jesse." She would say.

"I know, I know. Stay strong Elsie." You would respond.

Your mother is like the most strict prison warden of all time. Being used to running a strict house with secrets aplenty she was the master at keeping an eye on the two of you. Thank heavens for texting or you might have gone mad.

Allison was icy cold toward you after your sudden dumping of her. Your buddy's all thought you were crazy to break up with Allison. You just didn't give a fuck about any of it. You start withdrawing from them too.

The only silver lining of the week was your new relationship with Fiona. She never spoke of what had happened in the hallway on Sunday but she now treated you with some real decency. She could tell you and Elsie were suffering and actually did what she could to raise your spirits. Putting on comedies to watch and the like. It was nice, but sitting in the same room as Elsie without being able to go to her was nearly as bad as not being with her at all.

Friday night finally rolls around, the night of Elsie's prom.