The Middle (Part IV)

I think I caught him looking at me but… I don’t think I can even look at him or much less hold his stare. I left him in the middle of the street last night. I wasn’t able to answer him out loud. Or maybe because I just really can’t. Or wouldn’t.

“Miss…?” Miss Wilson called out. “I’m asking you.”

“O…oh.” I gulped. “Sorry. What is it?”

She rolled her eyes. I pissed her off. Yikes. “Can you give us an application of the Terror Management Theory?”

“Uh, d…during Bush’s time? When everyone was afraid of terrorism? And he… uh, told the citizens th…that he will protect them? In a way?” I gulped again. “S…so he won in the elections.” Okay someone speak up and help me. I wasn’t listening so this is the only ‘application’ I could think of. “I…it’s, uh, you know when people realize that death is inevitable? A..and uh, they still want to live? And with all the bad things that are happening they feel as though they needed someone who will protect them. Kind of.” I whispered the latter part. This professor scares the out of me all the time.

“Thank you, Wendy. Next time please focus on the discussion.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Then she went on with her discussion. And when the class was over, I immediately left the lecture room. For a very obvious reason. I don’t think I’m ready to face him right now. Yeah, sure, we will never know if we’re actually ready unles