"Don't Write that Down"

I was sitting in a meeting today. It was for the dining hall. Student senate members, regular students, and dining hall area managers sat around a catered lunch in the lamprey room.

   There was joking about bringing alcohol into the dining halls. 

    "That's what stillings does on Friday nights," one of the area managers laughed. 

    The room was full of people buzzing with laughter and light-hearted comments. The moment was perfect. I love those moments in a story when I can really capture my characters' personalities. 

   I love getting to know the people I'm around more-so than the issue/meeting/topic I have to write about. 

   So, I'm scribbling down these alcohol comments. I figure, in my story I'll write about how they were funny. The room was full of joking. I don't even know the name of the kid who started it all. 

   But as I'm writing, looking down, I hear, "Don't write that down."

  I look up and see the white-shirt-kid (and I've labeled him in my notes as such)--the one who started it all. He faces me. Compared to all the people in the room, his serious demeanor is out of place. 

   When a person tells me not to write something down, am I supposed to listen?

   

    Taken off guard, I scribbled out my notes that were incomplete anyway. My face burns a light red. I keep shifting my eyes. No one else noticed. So why did it happen? Why didn't he want me to talk about this? Is it because it seems unprofessional? 

    This is college. C'mon.

    

    I might not know the answer to this question yet, but I do have something that whitey doesn't know about. A fully recorded audio that I can revert back to until I dispose of it. 

   To expose or not to expose -- that is the question.