Point of Retreat

she sees I’ve recognized her. She turns back around and gathers her things, then stands up and makes her way up the stairs.
     
    No. She’s coming toward me. She’s about to sit with me. Oh, god.
     
    “Will! Oh my god, what are the chances? It’s been so long,” she says.
     
    I do my best to smile at her. I don’t understand my reaction right now. I can’t tell if it’s anger, guilt, or what. “Hey, Vaughn.” I try to sound pleased to see her.
     
    She takes the seat next to me and leans in and hugs me. “How are you?” she whispers. “How’s Caulder?”
     
    “He’s good,” I say. “Growing up. He’ll be eleven in two months.”
     
    “ Eleven ? Wow,” she says, shaking her head in disbelief.
     
    We haven’t seen each other in almost three years. She knows we parted on bad terms, to put it mildly; yet, she’s acting like she’s genuinely excited to see me. I wish I could say the same.
     
    “How’s Ethan?” I ask her. Ethan is her older brother. We were pretty good friends while Vaughn and I dated, but we haven’t spoken since the break-up.
     
    “He’s good. He’s really good. He’s married now, they’ve got a baby on the way.”
     
    “Good for him. Tell him I said so.”
     
    “I will,” she says.
     
    “Vaughn Gibson?” The professor calls.
     
    She raises her hand. “Up here,” she says as he marks her on his roll. She brings her attention back to me. “What about you? You married?”
     
    I shake my head.
     
    “Me neither,” she smiles.
     
    I don’t like this. I don’t like how she’s looking at me-I’ve seen that look from her before. We dated for over two years, I know her pretty well. And right now, her intentions aren’t good for me.
     
    “I’m not married, but I am dating someone,” I clarify. I can see the slight shift in her expression, but she attempts to mask it with a smile.
     
    “Good for you,” she says. “Is it serious?” She’s digging for hints.
     
    “Very.”
     
    We both face the front of the room when the professor starts explaining the semester requirements and going over the syllabus. The rest of the hour, we don’t speak much other than occasional questions from her regarding the class information. When the professor dismisses us, I quickly stand up.
     
    “It’s really good seeing you, Will,” she says. “I’m excited about this class now. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
     
    I smile at her without agreeing. She gives me another quick hug and turns away. I gather my things and head to my second class as I think of a way to break this to Lake.
     
    Lake has never asked about my past relationships. She says there isn’t anything good that can come up from discussing it, so we never have. I’m not even sure she knows about Vaughn. She knows I had a pretty serious relationship in high school. She even knows I’ve had sex-we talked about that. I don’t know how she’ll take this. I’d hate to upset her, but I also don’t want to hide anything either.
     
    But what would I be hiding? Is it really necessary to tell her who all the students are in the classes I’m in? We’ve never discussed it before, so why do I feel the need to now? If I tell her, it will just cause her to worry unnecessarily. If I don’t tell her, what harm is it doing? Lake’s not in my class, she’s not even in school the days I am. I’ve made it clear to Vaughn that I’m in a relationship…that should be good enough.
     
    By the end of my last class, I’ve successfully convinced myself that Lake doesn’t need to know.
     
    ***
     
    When I pull up to the elementary school, Kel and Caulder are seated outside on a bench, away from the rest of the students. Mrs. Brill is standing right behind them, waiting.
     
    “Great,” I mumble to myself. I’ve heard the horror stories about her, but I’ve never actually had to deal with her. I kill the engine and get out; it’s obvious that’s what she’s expecting me to do.
     
    “You must be Will,” she says as she extends her hand. “We’ve met before, just not officially I believe.”
     
    “Good to meet you.” I glance to the boys who aren't making eye contact with me. When I look back at Mrs. Brill, she nods her head to the left, indicating she would like to talk to me out of their earshot.
     
    “There was an incident with Kel last week in the cafeteria,” Mrs. Brill says as we walk down the sidewalk, away from the crowd. “I’m not sure what the relationship is between