Tonight at seven…I shook my head when I saw him coming closer. What on earth was wrong with this kid? He seemed very persistent. I had no idea why. My hair was tangled (I don’t care how glossy it may look) and my makeup was well…Did I even put any makeup on?
Trying not to think about what I looked like, I resigned myself to sitting beside him, listening to him and his friends exchange anecdotes. I really couldn’t keep up with any of it. When he made a motion to introduce me, I would always move as if to leave, and he would take the hint by shutting his mouth.
Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. I looked around at the other students.
Why was it so cold in here?