How Different Minds Think

 "My girl's here man, fucking break it off. I'll fight you, later. Why're you being such a punk?! Aw, you're not even worth it. I don't want to get fucking suspended, dumbass! Clean this shit up before a teacher gets here!" I say.
 I walk to Mary-Anne at the front of the crowd.
 "I'll go back in and fight for you some more, Mary-Anne. I don't want you to think I'm soft or chicken or something," I say.
 "No, Rory, don't go back," she says.
 "Okay, good, because my cheek hurts pretty bad. And, I don't want to get suspended, I want to keep going to school with you," I say.
 I walked with Mary-Anne to the nurses office, mostly keeping to ourselves. I kept wondering if she'd heard me call her my girl. When we arrived in the office we sat together alone for some time. I started to cry, not cry like I had already cried from the pain and adrenaline,
 "Thank you for being here for me, Mary-Anne." I say.
 "It's okay, Rory."
 "No, really, I mean it, I would do anything for you Mary-Anne. And, I know I don't seem like much but I will do anything for you. I love you. You're my true love, Mary-Anne. I loved you since the day I saw you and I always will."
 "Don't you think we're a little young for this?"
 "Yea, you're probably right."
 "The first day you saw me?"
 "Well, it took until second period."
 We laugh.
 "Still, I'm glad I told you."
 "I'm glad you told me too, Rory."
 "At least, adrenaline is good for something."
 We laugh again.
 "I really do feel that way, you know that, right?"
 "I think so."
 "I'll prove it to you, Mary-Anne."
 "Rory, don't do anything stupid."
 "No, I won't."