Great. Why do I have to show her around? She looks at me and smiles. I half-smile back. Just then, the bell rings. I get my pass from the teacher and walk over to her.
Cynthia: Hi
Me: Hi. (Awkward silence) so… what’s your next class?
Her: Chemistry. Dranakar?
Me: weird, that’s my next hour too.
Her: Well, at least you won’t be late.
I roll my eyes. Me: oh please, for Mrs. Dranakar’s class? I couldn’t care less how late I am.
She laughed and I couldn’t help but smile as we walked out the door. Maybe she’s not so bad after all…