Mary was walking through the pod just after school, but she failed to notice the person at the other end watching her every move.
"Mary," yelled the figure as she reached the middle of the pod. She looked to the other end of the large room surprised to see Noah calling her name. Mary walked over to him, his back against the lockers. "You haven't kicked me all day. Is there something wrong?" He remarked jokingly after Mary was close enough to hear him without yelling.
"No," she answered him. "Did you expect me to be that mean?"
"That's not what I meant!" he said a surprised and hurt look flashing across his face.
"Well," she said, "what did you mean?" He searched her face to find some emotion he could work off of, but found himself at a loss for words. "Sorry, I shouldn't have been that harsh. I was just curious."
"I know; same here." He walked over to the wall and sat down against the lockers; Mary joined him resting her head on his shoulder.
"You know," she said after a little, breaking the silence, "I can't remember who started the kicking thing, anyway."
"Yeah," he said putting his arm around her shoulder.
"Do you think things could've been different?"she asked breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You know, between us."
". . . Well maybe . . . it could be possible . . ."
". . ."
"I would like to make things different, though," he said after gazing thoughtfully over at the other end of the pod.
"Like this," he said leaning over to kiss Mary. They kissed sweetly for a while before Mary pulled away from Noah.
"But we can't do anything. My parents told me not to," she said while turning away from him, unable to look him in the eyes.
"Well," he said trying to console her, "if we still have feelings for each other then we could . . ."
"Let's take advantage of the little time we have together."