There was a bitter taste in mouth that i wanted to blame on a bad combination of yogurt and chicken at lunch but I knew it was from the words I just said.
The rain continued its fevered rhythm and he with his back turned to me continued to look on to it as tried to count his response time in rain drops. I held my head down in shame and insincerity. He had to believe me.
My socks and shoes were soaked through and through so i was sure if I made a step to walk away I would be caught. My usually loose fitting uniform was plastered against all the parts of my body that curved out. I started tracking the movement of a water droplet making its slow descent through my shirt as he turned to face me.
His clothes didn't suffer as mine did but his hair clung to his head gave him an air of chubby cheeked innocence and I almost regretted everything. Almost.
I tried feebly to prepare my facial features to one of indifference or coldness but settled on a  biting my lips instead to keep them from quivering. I gripped the pleats in my skirt for courage and finally looked up.