I can't concentrate with her doing that. Tapping her pencil.But I love her. I love my girlfriend, my Kayla. I smile, though she can't see, and stare at the back of her head. Her shoulders gently and slowly rise and lower with her silent breaths as she taps. As she taps that pencil of hers, just like she tapped that fork on our first date...to the movies. I know...who brings a fork to the movies? And when I asked her what was with the fork she had said it symbolized to her that the best is yet to come because her granny had always told her to keep her fork when the waitress cleaned the table, for desert...the best.I had laughed at that, but understood. She stops tapping and looks back at me smiling, and her eyes are watery. I don't no why, perhaps the sun. So I think real hard and sky turns a light gray, but to quickly. I hope to God that no one noticed, because I do not belong at this school and neither does Kayla. And if we were discovered...we would be.......in a predicament. But alas, the sun did not stop her watery eyes and then a tear slides down her cheek, but stops at her chin leaving a long frozen mark of ice on her face. She breaks the ice away. I frown, she smiles, and she turns around. Her long red hair does not cover all of her face, and I can tell more tears are flowing. It hurts me to see her this way. I want to know what pains her. I want to help, and as I want and feel her pain the sky still darkens and with small thuds speckles of water hit the windows. It is barely raining, to the point where you can't see the water until it lands on a surface. "Kayla? Kayla whats wrong?" I hear a teacher say but the bell rings, and she rushes out the door first, and I second. "Kayla!" I yell. She halts and turns, drying her tears, a seventeen year old beauty, only one year younger than I. I pull her close to me and she brushes my black hair from my green eyes and she says "I want to break up." An then her tears flow and fall into my hand. "It's over she says" and walks away.I notice, with everyone else that it begins to thunder and lightning as she does. And then I look into my palm, covered with three frozen tears. Kayla's tears.