TOO LATE

Hu: It's been a week since I told Ginger I loved her. I can't tell how I've been holding back, but today, it feels like my heart will explode. I've noticed she's been avoiding me. When I see her at school, she won't meet my eyes, and she always walks in groups, making sure I don't get the chance to pull her aside. She knows exactly what she's doing, and it's killing me. She said she still thinks about that night too, so why is she acting like I'm some kind of disease? It's like she's messing with my head, and it's fucking working. I want to go to her house, but I'm wary of her mom, and her curtains have been shut for an entire week. "You need to wait for her to come to you," I tell myself, tossing a ball against the wall in front of me. At first, the steady rhythm soothes me, but the more I think about her, the more it grates on my nerves. When the ball bounces back toward me, I catch it and crush it in my hand. Sitting up, I swing my legs off the bed and let my hands hang between my k