A good way to say sorry is shown below. (...I think)

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Beach hurt feet. (This will be explained tomorrow...because I'll have more time to delve into the beach story.)

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

By racing down the halls I was able to spot Carlo turning to the right. It was hard to see with how dark the school was. But I was still confident that he was heading toward our classroom.

Or in other words, to Ms.Care.

I sharply turned right and shouted.

Susan: "Carlo!"

Carlo threw his hands into the air.

Carlo: "Oh for god's sake! Leave me alone! I-"

Susan: "You were right!"

Carlo: "Huh?"

Carlo swung around to face me with his mouth half-opened like a fish.

Carlo: "What are you talking about?"

Susan: "Back then, in class!"

I slowed my run to a snail-paced walk.

Susan: "You were right. I was sleeping."

Carlo: "...Excuse me?"

I sighed.

Susan: "In class dummy. I was...falling asleep, and I said I wasn't, but you thought I was. And...I was wo...wro...w-wrong!"

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Carlo's hands shot back up.

Carlo: "And what does that have to do with anything?!"

I flushed and nearly face-palmed.

God, guys can be so dense.

Susan: "Isn't it obvious?"

I put both my hands on top of Carlo's shoulders. With his attention entirely on my face, I gave him a dazzling smile.

Susan: "I can be w...wrong about things Carlo."

Carlo: "...And you've just figured that out?"

Susan: "Wait...n-No I mean-ugh."

I let go of Carlo so I can cover my face.

There were too many flies.

Susan: "I mean like...sometimes...you can only see if you're making a mistake in like...retrospect. Even when it's super obvious."

I opened my fingers just enough to judge his expression,

He didn't seem too upset. But he wasn't smiling either. Just kinda...staring.

That's...that's a good sign, right?

Susan: "And uhm...we disagree on a lot of things. Both about each other and like...stuff in general. And like uh r-right now I'm sure I'm right. But I'm not like sure how I'll feel in...in the future. Ya feel me?"

'Ya feel me.' Holy shit, that's the lamest thing I've ever said.

And it's in the most important moment of my LIFE!

Fuck!

Susan: "So like I was thinking and I mean...I think it be good to at least give your view a chance. Even if that means I'm wrong. Because...I like...I want to prove that I am sorry. By listening, and being better, and...making sure I'm not acting like a...like a jerk. So...could you give me that chance. To prove to you that I'm really...really sorry for the mean things I said?"

There was a long pause. And only after lowering my hands did I see why.

Carlo's pinky was out in the open, ready for a promise to be made.

Slowly, I wrapped my pinky around his.

With wet eyes and a somewhat shaky voice, Carlo spoke.

Carlo: "You promise, to listen, and be nice...and...try to work things out with my mom. Right?"

I nodded.

Susan: "I promise."

Carlo: "...Okay. I'll...I'll give you another chance."

Carlo bit his lip, and his shakiness only got worse.

Slowly, so he could have time to reject it, I put my hand on his cheek.

Susan: "Hey...it's a promise. And...I won't break it..okay? Things will be...just fine."

I wanted to see his smile, I wanted for his shaking to stop, I wanted him to know that everything was going to be okay.

But instead, all I heard was

Demon of inconvenience: "Oh my, you might be a better liar than even I."

The final section! (Section.)

BEACH HURT FEET.

Also end of chapter lol.