A few weeks later,David comes into class before the bell rings and sits on the desk beside me. He is tall and his feet touch the ground. He leans toward me.
“Let’s go to Dan’s party tonight. I heard his parents have a pool with a waterfall,” he whispers.
I roll my eyes at him and open my textbook. “We should stay home and study. That test is Monday, remember?”
“Plenty of time to study, Emily. Can’t you let yourself have fun for once?”
He smiles in the way only David can, and it melts my heart. While I want to cave into him and go to a party on his arm, my brain nags and encourages me to be responsible. I like having fun, but partying is not my idea of a good time. It’s stressful, awkward, and sometimes humiliating. I don’t walk into a party and get absorbed into the crowd with ease like David does. Despite his sweet face and smile ripping through my heart, I decline.
“You can go, David, but I’m going to study this weekend.”
He nods, hops off the desk, and sits down as the teacher walks into the classroom. He is the yang to my yin.