Primary Crush

Robin skidded to a halt beside Jenny, scuffing gravel up her short-socked white legs.

“Hey!” he exhaled, out of breath.

“Hey yourself!”

Jenny didn’t look at him; she carried on walking.

“Shall I carry your satchel, then, Jen?” Robin asked, half pleading.

“No thanks.”

Robin slowed, stalled, momentarily perplexed.

“Wha’ssup then?”

Jenny was still walking.

“Nothing…..”

Robin picked up his speed; paced beside her.

“But I always carry your satchel home”

“Well, not today; Not any day actually!” She replied haughtily.

“But ..I..we..um..” Robin stammered helplessly.

Jenny stopped now and turned towards her suitor.  She folded her arms and looked Robin straight in the eyes:

“I’ve decided not to be your girlfriend anymore” It was a statement; without emotion.

Robin breathed out now, deflated:

“Oh!”

He wiped away a solitary tear with the back of his hand, a droplet of snot, catching on his sleeve.

“Does that mean..?” His sentence petered out, hung in the air, half question , half despondency.

“We can still be friends” Jenny announced in a bright but matter of fact tone.

“Here, have my satchel, you can walk me home!”