love in the time of triangle sandwiches

It was Friday so I went and sat next to him. He was sitting on a rock eating a sandwich, biting right into the middle of the triangle half and getting jam on the corners of his mouth. I sat on the ground. There was red dirt everywhere, especially on my socks because I sat with my legs crossed. I told him I loved him. I told him it was Saturday the next day and he could meet me at the park if he wanted to, after lunch, I’d bring some biscuits, we could play Tazos or have jumping competitions in the sand. He said no. The next week he didn’t come to school. He had the nits. I asked another boy to the park. Lachlan. He said yes.